The View from Sherlock Peoria
It's always 2:21 somewhere . . .
As I mentioned in these pages some years ago, I am fascinated by 2:21 in the afternoon. I look at the clock far too often at that particular minute, or as is more accurate, I remember looking at the clock when that minute occurs more than any other minute. 221, the magic number of Baker Street and Holmes's home.
I couldn't help but think of 221 again this week when the ever-growing celebration of 4:20 and 4/20 (or April 20th) occurred among the fans of a certain herbal medicine. Willie Nelson had a statue dedication, special showings of "Reefer Madness" were held in theaters, and campus gatherings abounded. There's a lot of urban legend as to the origin of the number 420 in that context, but it was basically something some high school kids concocted as their time to meet up and get high every day.
221 actually has more significance and substance than 420, and I'm surprised Sherlockians haven't used that totem number more in their ritual and rite over the years. Probably partly because February 20th is not really a celebratory time of year, with all the snow and all.
But with more Sherlockians in warmer climes, perhaps that will change, date-wise. But time-wise?
As Sherlockians, who seem to be a tad brighter than many country music enthusiasts, we know it's not always 2:21 somewhere . . . the time zones do tend to stay in the same minute of their different hours. But when it is 2:21, one could turn toward Baker Street, climb the nearest 17 steps, smoke a pipe of that stuff they don't smoke at 4:20 . . .
Your humble correspondent,
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