Today was a wonderful day for a ride. Dodge and I rode to the small town of Ozark and stopped at a barbecue place for lunch, it was a little before opening time so we sat out front on a bench. A man came over and began talking to us, he was on a trip from Oregon to Arkansas where he was from originally. We talked about places he knew and needed direction to some since he had not been here in a long time. One place he mentioned was Oark where he had family, I mentioned my great grandparents on my mother's side had lived there. Later we discovered he knew my Father & my Father knew his Father.