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Related: Culture Forums, Support ForumsIt's a small world, after all.
My family moved to Tucson from Montana when I was 16, but I found them.
Since then (1967) I've spent most of the intervening years here in the Tucson area.
A year in Evanston, Four years in the USAF, a couple of years in Ann Arbor, a year in Show Low, a year and a year in Prescott, otherwise here in Tucson.
Today my daughter had a yard sale at her small apartment complex.
I've grown tired of all the stuff I have carted from here to there and beyond.
With the goal of selling some of the stuff, I carted toolboxes, bonzai pots,
kitchen appliances, ice cream maker, computer microscope and other accumulated junk.
It's warming up here in Baja Arizona, and today's high is near ninety.
Starting at 7 am isn't soon enough for some shoppers. 6:30 there were people browsing,
fondling and criticizing the layout. Even asking to see the items that were still inside her apartment.
There had been about fifteen shoppers by 8:30, not to bad for Saturday morning traffic.
I overheard one woman remark to her husband that the ice cream maker reminded her
of her childhood in northern Montana. I could not resist and volunteered that I had been
born and raised in Conrad. She had also been born in the same hospital as me and grew
up about twenty miles north of there.
It's a small world, after all.
it is indeed. I used to run into people I was related to (especially on my Mother's side here in Cochise County)
one of the funniest was finding out the kids' middle school principal was related (and plate of shrimp! I just posted about that family branch in the Missouri group )
Ptah
(33,032 posts)All three of his children's high school diplomas have their father's signature.
aint_no_life_nowhere
(21,925 posts)What are the odds of running into that person, I wonder.
When I was a kid, my mom took me to France, to Marseille over summer vacation to see her sister. After getting off the boat, we shared a train compartment with a woman also from the US who was going to a different city, Cannes, also clear across France and my mom engaged her in conversation. Two months later, we got on another train heading back across France. The compartment we opened on the returning train had that same woman in it, also heading back to the US.
MiddleFingerMom
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You stalkin' me, bubba?
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Huh? Are'ya?
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Or am I stalkin' YOU?!?!?!? (Cue Twilight Zone/Friday the 13th theme music medley.)
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Ptah
(33,032 posts)One of the summers in Ann Arbor I worked on a hog/hay farm.
I spent two weeks in Kalamazoo, babysitting those hogs at the Fair.
Ah, the good old days.
Bertha Venation
(21,484 posts)The nesting platform makes me think of the fishhawks (ospreys) I've seen on the Choptank River in Maryland. Yet I'm unsure. What are they?
Ptah
(33,032 posts)Once again we have had a summer with no Osprey in the nest. Maybe 2013 will bring better luck. Until then look for the occasional raven hanging out on the nest as it surveys the ground below for something to eat.
Thanks to Glacier Electric for placing the pole here for the osprey. The pole allows them to nest without building on the power transformers on a nearby power pole.
http://www.nps.gov/glac/photosmultimedia/webcams.htm
Bertha Venation
(21,484 posts)That is quite sad.
Come to Maryland. You can see the fishhawks.
Bertha Venation
(21,484 posts)What does this mean? Sounds like they moved and left you behind, then you went on a quest to find them.
Surely I am wrong. ?
Edit: Where is Show Low?
Ptah
(33,032 posts)I was trying to be funny.
Show Low is in northeastern Arizona, north of the Mogollon Rim.
Bertha Venation
(21,484 posts)After everything, I would hate to hear that you had been so ill-treated by your family.
GentryDixon
(2,953 posts)and I were at a rest stop in Tennessee after vacationing in North Carolina. A man saw our Utah plates and came over ask how to get to the Army base in Utah he had orders for. We gave him the route we were taking, and off he went.
When I got back to work after my vacation, my new boss was the SSGT who asked us for directions.
struggle4progress
(118,295 posts)they went to a performance in town -- and thought that two people sitting directly in front of them looked a helluva lot like two neighbors from forty years and 1000 miles away, who they hadn't seen or communicated with in years and years and years. Yep, it WAS them: forty years apart, they'd made the same 1000 mile move from one big American city to another, and they'd ended up with season tickets at a large performance hall only a few feet from each other. They were all pretty surprised
HeiressofBickworth
(2,682 posts)at the rail station in Sydney, Australia to ask for directions. The desk person was seemingly fascinated with my American accent. He asked where I was from; I said just north of Seattle Washington (if I had said Lynnwood, he wouldn't have known where that was). He reached into his wallet and pulled out a business card from Harvey's Tavern --
which was just a 1/2 mile down the road from where in lived.
And he had been there..
Small world.
Paulie
(8,462 posts)Was speaking with another manager where I work, and though we are about 5 years apart, we grew up a couple blocks away. I mentioned someone I had a crush on in like 5th grade, and she said her sister may actually know the person!