Friday, June 28, 2019
Those stranger than fiction incidents
Nice older cars
1941 Graham super charged (pic from packardman)
Son Mark had hired a new crew. I stopped by a two story house we were building. I stepped in, introduced myself to the guy finishing the drywall and went upstairs. THERE HE WAS AGAIN! “How did you do that? I asked astonished.
He fed me a serious line of bull, then laughed. He’s my twin. They were identical twins even to their work clothes. I know they have had a ball in their lives.
A greeter in a church in Tuscon AZ , had a sister in North Belmont, NC, we even knew her.
North Dakota RV park, A man knocks on the coach holding a HUGE egg (Ostrich). “I see you are from North Carolina, I have the egg, if you have the grits?” We laughed pretty loudly (Grits be a southern thang) He said, “My Uncle was once the postmaster in Belmont, NC.”
“Who is your Uncle?”
“You probably wouldn’t know him, Ed Bullard.”
“I know Ed very well, I have bought some prime land through him.” (As a matter of fact this house we are in is built on a track of land I bought thru Ed.)
Once renewing driver’s license, the examiner asked, ‘Do you know that Darnell over there?’
I went over and asked, “Who do you belong to?” He was a first cousin, I had not seen him since he was a kid.
Sherry was getting her cataract Surgery in Florida and I saw Joe Carver, at least I thought so. The man looked EXACTLY like Joe, Joe lives in Connecticut.
Once in the Yooper country of Michigan in a Restaurant, I thought I was seeing a ghost. A man who looked for the world like Dick Lankford, sister Kat’s hubby.
Closing with one of the sweetest instances ever. Dick Lankford (above) died unexpected camping on the Blue Ridge parkway.
Months after his death Sister Kat still had their coach and wanted to continue traveling with us. So Sherry drove her coach and followed me for about a year. Kat, Sherry and I were at a restaurant in Melbourne Florida.
The nicest lady. A Stranger, came over to our table and spoke directly to Kat like they were old friends, “How are you doing sweetheart?”
“OK, but I lost my husband and I am still a little down.”
With a big smile and slight hug she said to Kat, “Oh, but you will see him in the MORNING.”
The lady walked off and we never saw her again. But the thought she left just lifted Kat, and us also! (For that to make sense, you must know the Funeral song, “I will meet you in the morning by the bright River side.”)
(Haunting thought, was that an angel?????)
What is your strangest incident?