Ain't it so!
Back in 2006,
"Wife Unit" and I and our puppy took a 3 week, near 8,000 mile road trip, Rt 66, Yosemite, Yellowstone, Sequoia, etc. One evening, we stopped in Alpine, Wyo for the night, stayed at nice enough motel, walked to supper at a combination pizza / BBQ place … Gunnars or something like that. Nice looking young lady took our orders, and we started chatting.
She asked where we were from, I said Virginia. She said she once lived and worked in Northern Virginia before moving west to Wyoming. I said I once worked in NoVa. as well, she asked what I did, I said "highway work for the state" … she said she was a secretary at the Virginia State Police 7th Div. Safety office …. I was shocked. I asked her if she ever knew certain names (of some troopers I knew well who worked there
) and mentioned "Krank"s name (Kranchick
) and now she was speechless. I told what I really did (I wasn't retired yet
) , etc, and I bet we had 15 or more friends in common. She even knew a couple of former / retired VSP members in western Wyoming. Like old home folk again. Deanna was her name.
In speaking to people, often there's no connection …. but sometimes
way out in west Texas … a intersection on Rt 90 at Dryden, Texas. Walked into small post office / visitor info place …. lady asked where we were from, I told her Va. but that I was born in San Antonio and started growing up in Del Rio. Long story short, she knew my mom & Dad, even shared same baby sitter in Del Rio back in the early '50s. When we left, I called Mom in Va. and told he …. she knew just exactly who I was talking about.