l love that story. It happens a lot. I met a guy on a beach in Vienna who had dated my roommate back in Ann Arbor. On the same trip I met an Iranian girl (we were 20--called ourselves "girls" in the early 60's) on a train headed for Istanbul who turned out to be first cousins with a guy I was dating in Ann Arbor! Go figure. Coincidence?
how interesting...world getting smaller
That was my father's favorite song. It played throughout the house.
i love when things like that happen! what a great story.
l love that story. It happens a lot. I met a guy on a beach in Vienna who had dated my roommate back in Ann Arbor. On the same trip I met an Iranian girl (we were 20--called ourselves "girls" in the early 60's) on a train headed for Istanbul who turned out to be first cousins with a guy I was dating in Ann Arbor! Go figure. Coincidence?
Love that song.