Amy Dickinson

05/28/2026

Amy Dickinson, girl reporter! Georgetown University Class of 1981
Cue Theme song from the Mary Tyler Moore Show
(I think I still have that sweater ...)

05/24/2026

I love this photo of Mark Croft, proprietor of The Shoreline Bakery in Freeville.
Sadly, Mark recently passed away from a rapidly-advancing cancer.
I appreciated his intense passion for his project and for the fact that he brought fresh baked bread to Main Street!
Mark made a very great effort to build on his success during the short time he was able to run his bakery.
He leaves behind new friends and customers, but I'm happy to say that the enticing scent of freshly-baked bread lingers in the space he occupied. It is a reminder of the worth and strength of Mark's effort, and I'm grateful for his presence in our village. I'm sorry it was so brief.

05/24/2026

Will I be attending the Georgetown University Class of 1981 reunion?
YES. YES I WILL. I can't remember which reunion this photo comes from, but I'm still available to dance with clergy. Very excited to catch up!

04/06/2026

If you see Bruno Schickel out and about, congratulate him for this really OUTSTANDING profile of his innovative and inspiring work.

Developer Bruno Schickel's unique tiny-house villages were inspired by a children's book—and a desire to bring more beauty to the world.

02/21/2026

This goes out to all of you unsung heroes out there who are helping to care for a loved one. Are YOU a Dependable?

The gray-haired "club-sandwich" generation pulls together through the worst

02/04/2026

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02/04/2026

Life can occasionally deliver amazing and magical moments.
I LOVE stories like this. Don't we all?

Anthony Hopkins couldn't find a book anywhere in London. Then he sat down on a subway bench.
It was 1973. Hopkins had just landed a role in a film called "The Girl from Petrovka," based on a novel by American journalist George Feifer.
Like any serious actor, he wanted to read the source material. He spent an entire day searching bookshops along London's famous Charing Cross Road.
Nothing. The book wasn't available anywhere in the UK.
Frustrated and defeated, Hopkins walked into the Leicester Square Underground station to catch a train home.
That's when he noticed something on a bench.
Someone had left a book behind.
He picked it up. Turned it over.
"The Girl from Petrovka."
The exact book he'd been searching for all day, abandoned on a subway bench in a city of eight million people.
Hopkins couldn't believe it. He took it home, read it, and noticed something strange. The margins were filled with handwritten notes in red ink. Annotations. Someone had marked up this copy extensively.
He didn't think much of it. He used the notes to help him understand his character, prepared for his role, and filed the coincidence away as one of life's unexplainable moments.
Months later, Hopkins traveled to Vienna where the film was being shot.
One day on set, he was introduced to a visitor.
George Feifer. The author of the book.
They talked about the film, the characters, the story. Then Feifer mentioned something that made Hopkins stop cold.
"I don't have a copy of my own book anymore," Feifer said. "I lent my personal copy to a friend a couple of years ago. It had all my notes in the margins. He lost it somewhere in London. I've never seen it since."
Hopkins felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
"I found a copy," he said slowly. "On a bench in the Underground. It has handwritten notes throughout."
Feifer looked at him skeptically.
Hopkins retrieved the book from his things and handed it to the author.
Feifer went pale.
It was his copy. His handwriting. His annotations. The personal copy he'd lent to a friend years earlier, which had somehow ended up abandoned on a subway bench at the exact moment Anthony Hopkins, the actor who needed it most, happened to sit down beside it.
In a city of millions. Across thousands of streets. Among hundreds of tube stations.
The right book. The right bench. The right moment.
George Feifer got his lost book back. Anthony Hopkins got a story he would tell for the rest of his life.
Carl Jung called it synchronicity, the idea that meaningful coincidences aren't random but reflect some deeper pattern in the fabric of reality.
Hopkins has always been fascinated by the concept. He's spoken in interviews about learning to simply be amazed by life.
"I don't know if there's a master plan," he once said. "But sometimes things happen that are just too perfect to explain."
Maybe it was luck. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was just the universe having a bit of fun.
Or maybe, just maybe, some books are meant to find their readers.
And some stories are meant to be told.

~Old Photo Club

01/09/2026

Recently I found an old diary which I kept when I was I 8th grade.
Presenting a short video: This Day in History, by Young Amy

A chance find in a barn has brought my old diary back to life!What would you do if you could revisit a year in your adolescent life?Share it, of course!Here ...

12/30/2025

This week's holiday screenings at the Freeville Literary Society are:
March of the Penguins -- TONIGHT AT 6:30.
THURSDAY: Little Women (1994) screening starts at a special early time: 4:30.

12/23/2025

My annual pitch to read books, share books, and give books to others -- especially at Christmastime. So put "A Book on Every Bed" this year!