by Tomorrow's Man
October 13, 2003
It all started with a checkered tablecloth. Upon it, three drops of oil spilled from the flask that stood next to the flask of balsamic vinagrette. She commented on the pattern the drops made on the checkered red and white pattern of the tablecloth. He commented on her comment.
Like this it happened, these comments and patterns, locking in on a destiny.
Sometimes, that is where it all begins -- with a basic pattern in basic colors.