It was the 1980s, and I was obsessed with bodybuilding.
I bought over a dozen bodybuilding and exercise magazines a month.
Some of them weren’t available in Carpinteria or Santa Barbara, so I made regular trips to an all-night newsstand at Hollywood and Vine — 164 miles round trip.
Driving back one morning, I thought, “I wish there were a newsstand in Carpinteria so I wouldn’t have to make this trip.”
I returned to Carpinteria at 9:50 a.m., ten minutes earlier than the bank opened, so I sat on the front step and meditated,
I opened my eyes a few minutes later, and spotted a sign across the street ..
Bill’s Novels & News.
I ran across the street and asked the man behind the counter, “How long have you been here?”
“I opened up 40 minutes ago,” said Bill.
“If I can manifest that,” I thought, “I don’t want to work out at the gym anymore. I want the city or county to install monkey bars and rings where I swim at the end of Linden Street.”
I went to work at Scandia Health Foods a few hours later
A customer said, “I see you working out at the gym. It’s closing, so if you want a refund, you better get it soon.”
I was paid up for a year, so I was refunded for six months.
It took the state (not the city or county) nine months to install the monkey bars and rings exactly where I envisioned them.
September 20, 2019 @ 9:43 pm Atom
Confession —> I really said “was,” not “were,” in the story above, because I didn’t have Vibrant Gal to correct my English.