In recent days two astounding “not possible” things occurred, both involving the city I grew up in, and have left, returned to, left again, returned again, left yet again… in what I believe was my final exit.
But thanks to the internet and social media, I enjoy keeping up with the home turf (and its characters) fairly regularly.
The two “surprises” I’m sharing here happened right on top of each other – within, I believe, 24 mind-twerking hours.
The Office Building
One day last week I was reflecting on my mother’s career, and what an achiever she was, and what she accomplished. She also enjoyed her work in which she made worthy contributions to an important cause, in her roomy corner office-with-a-view in a well-known high-rise professional building downtown.
I thought about how, during vacation days from grade school, I’d occasionally “go to the office” with my mom, to see her in her element and perform little tasks for her like stuffing envelopes. I remembered how she helped boost my Girl Scout cookie sales by posting the order forms on a bulletin board. I thought about the commute by rail she made every day for years, and how much I looked forward to hearing the click-clack of her high heals as she came up the walk every evening. Yay! Mom’s home!
Simple daily life memories like this. Aw.
During this reverie, I hopped online to look up that building where she spent her days; the building I visited numerous times as a kid. It was an easy find because it’s a standout in the city’s skyline. Then I discovered I could read all about this building’s history, too. With a quick click, I dove in.
Which is when IT happened.
According to this building’s architectural/historical write-up, it didn’t even exist until the year I graduated from high school and shipped off to college!
The account of all the steps that led to the manifestation of this building was very detailed, and there was absolutely no mistaking the building in question. But the date of its opening for business was off by about eight years, according to my experience, my mother’s career, and the zeitgeist of my youth that was integral to her work!
This in itself was a major mind-bender.
Then the other shoe dropped.
The Upscale Restaurant/Neighborhood “Joint“
This one was just plain crazy. And it points to some kind of substantial timeline shift or merge in just the last few months.
Earlier this summer I read a very favorable review about a restaurant that had opened in my old neighborhood – an upscale jazz club with a grand piano, a beautiful bar, live music, and a pricey menu. I was astounded at the incredible vision that someone had, to take what used to be there (a particularly funky old cafe) and create THIS out of it!
And now, just a couple of months after making that discovery, along comes info on Facebook about that very same location – except now it’s a casual beer & burger establishment that was advertising its daily specials! I clicked over to its business page on FB to see if it might have just opened … to discover it had actually been there for quite a while. The “new” jazz club simply didn’t exist. Like, ever.
The “1-2 punch” of these two impossible realities hitting my reality was quite something, let me tell you! It was *quite* discombobulating to digest it all.
I know this “Mandela Effect” subject is nothing new at this point, but having these two unmistakable examples of it smack into me was, you know, a deal.
I’d love to hear your experiences of impossible things, if you’re willing to share in the comments!
Reporting from my little perch in the upside down –