Small World

I am always amazed that within  the population of the USA which is about 314 million (the last time I counted ), that miles away from our home town we can run into someone we know or that you know the same people.

Once in Montana we had a man knock on our door. “I noticed your name plate says Belmont, NC. My uncle was the Postmaster there. He is  Ed Bullard, he is in real estate now.”

(These were taken after one of our BIG snows, Okay, Ma, Mel, Dar, Cher & Woody, don’t laugh!)

(All these houses are built on land I bought from Ed, we still own the acreage behind this one, it is up for sale.)

“Yeah I know, I have bought several tracts of land from him.”  It is so strange when that happens. We knew some to the same folk. I remembered ED, because although much older than I, could do interest calculations in his head.

Once hiking up Mt. Rainer, we ran into a couple who lived in Washington but were from near Belmont, NC. I have no idea how folks can tell Sherry is from the south and strike up conversations with her.

In Palmer, Alaska, we ran into a preacher from Shelby, NC, who knew many of my family.

When we volunteered to work in Pascagoula after Katrina, we ran into folks who lived there but knew folks we knew.

I met another man there who had fished with a good friend of mine, and was still his fishing partner in Kannapolis, NC.

It really is a small world sometime. I ask that all the time, what are the odds of running into someone you know 400-2000 miles from your home town?

(I am looking forward to seeing this girl who is 2,000 miles away, Elsie)

And then there are look a-likes. In a restaurant once, in Marquette, Michigan I saw a man who looked exactly like my deceased Brother in law Dick. I could not take my eyes off him. Amazing.

In Bangor Maine, some lady came over and started talking to Sherry like she knew her, but she didn’t, she swore Sherry looked exactly like her cousin.

Churches have official ‘greeters’ now, like WalMart. It was once just a friendly thing, some of the friendliest folk always welcomed someone new. Anyway this greeter in Tucson, Arizona asked where we were from Sherry said North Carolina. The lady said, “I have a sister there, but it is a small town you probably never been there, called North Belmont.” We laughed and said we know exactly where it was. We even knew her sister.

Yesterday we were walking and met ‘E.L. & Doris Turner’, from Kannapolis, NC. He asked my name, he knew my dad and he knew the fisherman I mentioned earlier. He also knew Fred Alton and Frances. EL & Doris are retired missionaries. Tomorrow they are leaving for Lawtey:

It must have happened to you, the strange meetings and especially the look a-likes.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

In Cuba I once tapped a guy on the shoulder when he turned I said, I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else. He looked at me and said,

 “I might be.”

I have always wanted to use that line.

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Another strange one.. The couple seem dressed from the 50’s?