Last week I was walking along the main street of Blackwood, when my eye was caught by a plaque in the wall. It's a poem written by Max Fatchen for the launching of a bookshop at that location. The bookshop is long gone, but the plaque and poem remain. I've seen it and read it before but for some reason my eye caught the date as I walked past it last week: November 16, 1982. I realised: November 16: that's today! That means the plaque was dedicated today, exactly 22 years ago! The name of the bookshop I am not sure, but one could imagine it was Blackwood Books, or BB, or 22.

I was requested to attend an important business meeting with the company I work for in LA. The date of the meeting was 22 November. It was to commence at 2pm and last for two hours. My hotel room was on the 7th floor, room 722. Departure gate for the flight home from LAX was 122. On the last day of our trip we went to Newport Beach for lunch. We parked the car by the beach. Later I noticed we had chosen the location right by one of the Beach Inspectors covered huts on the beach with large 22 on the side. We walked along the sea frontage, and noted the street corner closest to us was 22nd Street.