Why Crazy Magnet?

It's an interesting question. Strange things seem to happen to me. I always thought they were a normal part of life, but according to my friends, they seem to happen to me more than other people. My friend Sal coined the term "crazy magnet" when we were living in Munich after a man dressed as Kris Kringle poked me in the butt with his broom. We'll get to that story at some point. After getting flashed on my way home from the Yoga Journal Conference a couple of weeks ago, another friend encouraged me to write about some of these things. So why not?