This is a day late, but I don’t want to wait until next
Tuesday for this story.
I usually
do the crossword puzzle in the New York Times on Monday, Tuesday, and
Wednesday. Thursday it gets harder, also on Friday, and Saturday you have to
think like Will Shortz, puzzle editor, to have even a chance.
So last
Thursday, January 5, I was doing unusually well, I thought, even figuring out
some answers by the letters that appeared in crossing words without having the
foggiest idea how “?they related to the clues. “Versatile worker” was “of all
trades”? “Putdown of an ignorant person” was “you don’t know”? I had the
answers, but I didn’t know why.
A few days
later a friend called to say she wondered if whoever made the puzzle had known
Jack or that January 5 was the first anniversary of his death – obviously,
those puzzle answers made sense because they were “missing Jack.”
Indeed. The
puzzle creator’s name was unknown to me, but I didn’t know everyone Jack had
known. So Monday I wrote a letter to the Times, laying out the facts, and
asking whether the creator knew Jack or was this a cosmic coincidence?
On Tuesday
I had an e-mail from the puzzle maker. No, he did not know Jack, and the
puzzles are created months in advance. But he had his own “cosmic coincidence”
to relate. His father had died just about a year ago, at home, and the puzzle
maker found a bird’s feather on the floor by his father’s bed, with no idea how
it got there. He picked it up and put it on his father’s coffin at the
cemetery. About a week later, he found a nearly identical feather at his own
home.
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