On my way to St. Paul the other day I left home in bright sunshine but encountered darkening skies halfway there. Innocuously, I sent a text message back home to say: "Storm clouds west of Menomonie." As text technology is inclined to do, it finished the word for me before I completed typing it. So the message read: "Storm clouds west of Menopause."
I'm guessing this is how authors get ideas for their book titles, or how bands come up with names for their songs. It made me realize what it must be like when I finish others' sentences during conversation. Or jump to conclusions in the middle of a story.
Perhaps it’s a worthwhile metaphor for taking the time to speak and listen. Or, as the automatic-word-finisher on my cell phone would say: "Person it’s a world Methodist form take they time to special Anderson list."
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