But the true story is so incredible I couldn't make this up if I tried....
This past weekend I did a murder mystery in Marietta, Ohio. Upon arriving in this river town Friday, I walked along the shore. I viewed an amazing "god-sky" sunset, thinking about an old friend who had passed on early that morning. Her name was Susan Carr Berilla. I thought how lovely and fitting that the rays piercing through the clouds made the water iridescent, transcendent. I felt close to Susan's spirit. I could almost hear her laughter on the breeze. I know she was a person of deep faith but with her brilliant sense of whimsy she would appreciate the somewhat ironic beauty of this peaceful scene.
I shed a few tears for an old, remembered friend.
I heard soft guitar notes on the breeze and followed them. I chanced upon this young man, a budding songwriter home from Washington State.
He played one of his songs for me. I told him I was a professional singer, gave him words of encouragement. I asked him, when he was famous to remember a singer named Mia Hess.
I asked him his name.
His name was Dalton.
Dalton Carr.
No relation.
No accident.
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