My good friend Lois, photographs with a 7″x 17″ banquet camera. We went on a road trip together once where we noticed the readout on the digital clock in her truck read 7:17. After that, it seemed that we began looking at the clock precisely at 7:17 throughout the trip. It got a little spooky. And it doesn’t seem to work on 8:10, 4:05, or 1:35 let’s say. There is something kind of magical or lucky about 7:17. Perhaps because it occurs in the golden light of the summer twice a day in the morning and evening. As nerdy as that may all sound, it stuck. And it has become tradition every July 17th, for Lois’s friends to call her and wish her a happy July 17th on what we now affectionately call her name day.
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