Oddly Enough

Several years ago I was sitting on a beach on the West Coast of Florida. (The Gulf is always a better choice than the slamming Atlantic, in my opinion.) I was reading a detective novel, one of my favorites, a Harry Bosch novel by Michael Connelly. I can't even remember which one it was. I tell that to tell this: as I was reading a page, the author described the exact location where I was sitting on the beach at the time. What are the odds? I could have been reading that specific page in the car on the way over. I could have been reading that specific page at home or work. But there I was at Indian Rocks Beach and reading about Harry Bosch being at Indian Rocks Beach. I don't know what made me remember this particular incident and I could be the only person that finds those convergence of events significant.