An old film I watch occasionally is Let It Ride, which chronicles a down-and-out cab driver "having a very good day" at the race track.
"You never know," says one of the characters, "sometimes you just never know."
I received an email note a few days ago asking me to submit to The Pinch Literary Journal, a publication of the University of Memphis.
Hmm, that's strange, I thought, and I replied "Sure, but why me?"
It turns out that the assistant nonfiction editor had read my Brevity blog submission and then followed up to read my short prose poem that magazine published last year.
"You never know ... sometimes you just never know."