It's a Small World

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Two Rivers


It's hard to explain things sometimes.


I was having breakfast with my friend Joe Wallace.  He’s six years my senior and grew in Michigan, and later moved to California.  He doesn’t know the area but likes going to mom and pop restaurants for biscuits and gravy.  My wife said, “That stuff isn’t good for you.  It’s just grease and flour!”

“I know.  That’s why we only eat out only once a month,” I tell her. 

Anyway, he was telling me about growing up in Flint, Michigan, and in college working for MacDonald Dairy, a big outfit at the time.  He said he washed the milk cans and the inside of the dairy walls every night.  “It was a horrible job; I was wet all night every night!” he said.  “Yeah, my uncle was the production manager.”

Here’s where it gets weird.  My friend in the air force, Dwight Snyder, also did the exact same job in Lansing, Michigan, for MacDonald Dairy.  His dad was the President of the company.

 

The second story proving it’s a small world.  When I was married to my first wife, we were coming back from Texas and passed through Benton, Indiana, and I saw Elkhart Road going off to the east out of the little village.  I commented, “Someday I’m going to go down that road.”  Maybe it was because of the name that intrigued me because I lived primarily in Elkhart, Indiana, most of my life. 

Six years later we were divorced and my second wife happened to live on that road, and she had adopted a Koran infant she named Wendy.

I came into Wendy’s life when she was nine.  She grew up and had a baby named Jonathon, who is grown up now and is going to college at Vincennes University, across the street where my sister lived, and I’d go visit. 

 

Story three:  I had traded my S10 pickup two weeks earlier because it had a fuel leak and was too costly to fix.  The police came to the house looking for the truck.  It had been involved in a hit and run accident.  They didn’t believe I didn’t still own the truck and went to my garage to verify I didn’t have it anymore.  They wanted the information where I had traded it and the name of the salesman, who I had dealt with. 

It was my friend at Scrabble, whose car had been totaled by my old S10.  It is a very small world indeed!


Submitted: February 11, 2018

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