’67 Impala & Fibonacci Sequence

I’ve written a lot about my friend and mentor Colin Broderick. That’s me and CB and Tony Caffrey (an extended member of my Northern Ireland Clan) at TC’s Bronx Icon, An Beal Bocht Cafe – https://www.anbealbochtcafe.com/

CB and I go way back.

CB is one of the few people I still speak regularly with by phone, as opposed to the occasional text.

Well, oddly enough, CB has been really busy as of late working with Sawyer Spielberg to develop CB’s latest ass kicking novel, Once Upon A Time In Hell’s Kitchen,

https://www.amazon.com/Once-Upon-Time-Hells-Kitchen/dp/B0D63GVZFD

into a block buster film.

So, I haven’t spoken with CB for well over a fortnight.

Anyway, last night, for some reason, I’m blaming it on the deep sleep I have been experiencing due to the grounding sheet, I dreamt that Colin invited me to his home for a visit. Now I have never actually been to his present home, he moved there after I moved here, but I have seen photos of it and spoken quite a lot about it with CB. He is constantly making DIY home improvements. So I have a decent representation of his home in my imagination.

The home in my dream was quite different.

It was an estate, out in the country, think of a lush green countryside, with a series of houses laid out along a huge circular property in a Fibonacci Spiral. There were nine houses along the spiral. Each house was different in style and size, although they were each remarkable looking in their own way.

Colin dropped me off at the last house in the dead center of the circle. Now this house was concrete. Think something like this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQeLQD5emWE

Then he took off and left me alone.

I’m not sure how long I was there, or even what I was doing there, but then, one day, while I was sitting outside the bunker having coffee, CB pulls up beside me in a 1967 Impala.

Like this one:

https://www.ebay.com/itm/177302585152?itmmeta=01K1NBBEP04N2AQ32FWBTX7XM1&hash=item29480ebf40:g:tUkAAeSwpj9of8rQ&itmprp=enc%3AAQAKAAAAwMHg7L1Zz0LA5DYYmRTS30kFfpJLViK7A%2BXph1yY6CUJ2Ch86vz6ALMbfnOhH4D2gd8Y2Xbb%2FZxuQZb7f5QQW98Tpl2PVHVu4EmfQOU47j2DXgiyTBAaDTYvCws8ChLqsntmu6%2BGmXdwbU2m9czX90muOyXvb7vkmMckNtpuoJ1Gipv6wCC%2F6NHjsot%2FHepm8qSInkVAOwzYBhJfgc6e7JULWLTWrHsTbmRVmZ8F3uQ2dkWdgnuBO35cqPNK%2F1lYBA%3D%3D%7Ctkp%3ABk9SR5brrauNZg

He leaps out, very animated, and runs around to the passenger side of the car, yelling for me to hop in and drive. I remember I didn’t know where to put my coffee, so I dumped it with a wrist flick, and gently dropped the China cup on the soft grass.

Now, I haven’t been in a 67 Impala since my joyriding days, but I felt right at home behind the wheel of this baby. Colin yelled to me to drive, so I did.

Now here’s where it gets really weird.

We take off from what is basically the center of the spiral and as we reach each house along the path, there is a makeshift stockade, like you would see Antifa place in a roadway, blocking our path. Each was made of bits of wood and bramble. Each time we approach one of these stockades CB yelled for me to keep going and plow through it.

I was a little hesitant the first time, but when the first barrier easily gave way to the power of the Impala’s 283 block engine, I’m all in for the next 7 we encounter as we outwardly rotate, widdershins, towards the estate’s perimeter.

I remember feeling the centrifugal force and the excitement coming from CB as we hurtled along the continuously expanding circle. I’m noticing for the first time, as we breach each barrier, that each of these houses are nicer than the last we encounter.

When we finally reach the last house at the outer end of the spiral, CB yells for me to stop, which I do with a loud screech of the brakes. We are at the front gate of the property. In front of a beautiful mansion, the gate starts to open. CB tells me to get out of the car and points to the gate.

Add his fine Tyronian brogue states, “You’re ready. Go!”

So, confused, I open the door and slide left off the bench seat, while CB slides across and takes my place behind the wheel. With a smile and wave he takes off.

I’m hesitant, but I follow my instructions and step through the gate.

Then Bandit yokes me awake from behind, paws on either side of my shoulders and I glance at my Alexa Screen to see that its 4:32 A.M.

Now I know from my childhood, that every great adventure begins by following the Yellow Brick Road.

Which oddly enough is a Fibonacci Spiral. Others have made the connection.

And there is just something mystical and magical in how the Fibonacci sequence works everywhere. And the spiral appears throughout nature.

Right down to how we move through life.

https://www.mjmatc.com/positional-integration/2017/8/27/fibonacci-spirals-and-human-movement

So, I’m not sure what’s beyond that dream gate, but if a Fibonacci spiral lead me there, I’m in.

Well, it’s Saturday, and I have my Casa CIaire chores to take care of, including swapping out the fly traps around the property, and dropping a ton of cardboard at the Loveland Dump, so I better get moving.

But, I’ll continue to contemplate this dream while I do so.

You fine, five readers go take care of your weekend errands. Follow your YBR’s to your weekend of happiness.

Maybe, if you get a moment to put up your feet, you’ll read a book, or five.

But no matter what we get up to, let us make today a great one.