I was feeling lucky this afternoon when I sauntered past the newsstand on the way to Grand Central Terminal. My most recent post made the right hand side bar and was getting a lot of views, rates, and comments. When I saw that the jackpot was 207 million dollars, I felt a sense that I'm sure gamblers have when they sense they're onto a sure thing.
The number 207 has more meaning than mere happenstance in my life. For the first 18 years of my life 207 was the subway station where I boarded the subway taking me to school and to work.
The playground where I played as kid was located on 207th street. See those trees in the right side of the photo? That's the entrance to Inwood Hill Park.
Then for 22 years I lived in the state that has the 207 area code.
In fact my cell phone number's area code still is 207.
This sounds like I'm destined to win this lottery. Since 22 times 18 is 396, the math is very simple. Take one from three and you have two, add one to nine and you have 10. Carry the one from ten and add it to six and you have 207.
As Hannibal Smith of the famous A-Team was known to say, "I love it when a plans comes together." A-Team...A Train. I know I'm gonna win.
The odds of me winning are almost as good as getting meaningful health care reform passed this year. Besides the money won't change me and I won't quit my day job, 'cause I need to stay enrolled in the company health plan.
I'm reminded of the old saw about Saul who prays to God every night,
This goes on night after night for years and finally after hearing Saul's prayer "Please God, let me win the lottery please?"
A deep voice is heard from the heavens:
"Saul, meet me halfway, buy a ticket."
I've met our supreme being halfway.