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Six Degrees of Separation, Sort Of
Anyone subscribe to the six degrees of separation idea? I was at a two day soccer tournament for my daughter this year, last four games of the season. It was cold so I wore a big warm coat with "Northport Soccer" on the back that had been given to me some 25 years ago when I was doing some coaching and teaching there. I have no idea why I decided after all these years to wear it. I also graduated from there. Anyway, one of the dad's sitting on one side of me asked if it was Northport on Long Island. I said yes and explained I was born and brought up there and why I had the jacket. He tells me, he live there too and graduated from NHS, too, so did his brothers. Turns out one was in my class and I had known him way back when. Then the dad on my other side says, "Did I hear you say you were from Long Island? I lived in a town called Northport for about five years" Turns out he lived a stone's throw from where we first lived when my family was there. Seemed more than irony or it's a small world something like that happening.
This is twice this year something like this happened to me. Anything like this ever happen to anyone else? |
Oh, about 12-14 years ago I was over a friends house. He was on my dart team up in Boston and we had the whole team over (drinking) practicing darts. We'd known each other for close to 2 years at the point. He had a decent collection of Beer "steins" and short version is that he said his girlfriend had gotten them from when she lived in Germany several years before. I said really, what part of Germany? I rattled off a couple major places, one sounded familiar to him. As I walked upstairs and saw her I asked where she went to High School. With a funny look ("like he would know") she said Germany, I said where in Germany she said Stuttgart, I said which High School (there were 2 American High Schools on bases over there at the time), and she replied "Alexander M Patch High", again with that look like "like he's going to know that place".
I said hang on and went out to my P.O.S. car of the time and grabbed my Yearbook from 1984 (at Patch, everyone got a yearbook annually as people rotated out on an average of every three years, I was class of 86). I brought in and showed her the yearbook with her senior year picture (I was a sophmore) and she freaked and asked me where I got it as her senior yearbook was lost in a fire in LV just before that. So I scrolled over to my picture. Funny as it turns out we knew each other for close to 2 years and never even dawned on us that we went to school together over in Germany in the mid 80s, even having a class together (we ran in different, uhh, circles)... She broke up with this guy a year or so later. Two years later we started dating. She is now my wife. (She calls it destingy, I call it fate - That was a JOKE honey :hihi: ) Oddly enough I have run into other people from Patch High on pure freak blind luck. Oh, one of our members is from there as well (the town, not the High School)... |
:humpty: ....all the time.....somebody knows somebody who knows somebody....
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thats a cool story John
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A "How I met My Wife/Significant Other" thread could might reveal some pretty interesting stories.
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So how you doing? Matt - it was a 10 million to one on many levels. Her dad worked for IBM and was in Germany for 3 years. IBM had a deal that their kids could go to the American DOD school on the base. My dad worked for the DOD as a GS civilian and he had a 3 year tour over there. I came back to Boston where I'm more or less from, she went to BU... Now I ran into a friend of mine from Germany that just happened to come into my work at the time in West Roxbury to collect some money from a guy that stiffed him on some books, another million to one.... I just wich that I hit the Powerball million to one :hee: |
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That was pretty weak - but I did find yours http://www.thebrownhornets.com/images/haircut.jpg
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:hihi:
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