. . .Thirty-one-year-old Alexander looked at the digital clock-radio on the walnut nightstand in his apartment bedroom on a warmer-than-normal October 8th (2014) evening in southeast Charlotte. He was anxious and quite pensive. 8:57. Ok, now it’s 8:58. What are the chances of seeing the minute change? I guess if glancing for a whole second, the odds would be 1 in 60 – less than 2%. Can I do the math in my head? My mind is frazzled at the moment. Invert 6/10. Reduces to 5/3. So, it’s about 1.67%. But, did I look for precisely one second? Hmmm … What fraction-of-a-second gaze would result in exactly a 1% chance of seeing the minute numeral(s) advance? [0.6 seconds] Hmmm … Oh, why do I think such nonsense? Sylvia said that she’d be there – there being ‘the Queen City’s best dive bar’ – at ten on the dot. Which dot? The top one. Got 34 minutes to kill. Why so late on a Wednesday? Doesn’t she have to work tomorrow morning? Surf Inn. What kind of name for a bar is that thi. . . Read More