Last night around 10-something I was chilling at the arrivals area at JFK’s Terminal 1, idling in a black, snappy-looking Lincoln SUV.
A 40ish blonde woman had just popped the trunk of a newish black coupe that was maybe 15 feet away, and a middle-aged bearded guy in a cream-colored sweater and a dark baseball cap was loading his suitcase.
I was saying to myself “wow, that guy with the cap and beard sure looks like Luca Guadagnino….oh, but it can’t be! Too much of a coincidence.”
But my curiosity had been aroused. I’ve had Luca’s Italian cell since that introductory lunch we shared near Spezia in early June of ‘17. So what the hell…I texted a message: “Are you wearing a cream–colored sweater and a baseball cap?”
Immediate reply: “Yes! Where are you?” HE: “Right behind you.” Hug, smiles, joyful greetings.
Sometimes the world is actually as small as we imagine it to be.
You can believe or not believe in coincidences, but they happen anyway from time to time.
I’m on my way into town and the NYFF to catch my second viewing of After The Hunt. Repeating once again: Don’t trust the fiendish wokey critics.