how a woman thinks

I was standing by the hospital elevator having a conversation with a grandson of my father's college roommate. As we said good-bye and I walked away, I thought to myself, "What a moment." To think that some 65 years later, old friends' offspring would happen to meet more than a thousand miles from the college connection. That's the sort of thing that gives me kind of a thrill. One of those rare, random encounters. Later that day at dinner with my brother and his wife, I related the incident. My sister-in-law piped up, "I know exactly what you mean. I always wonder when I'm in an airport or in a large crowd, if I'm passing someone I know, or someone related to someone I know. Those possible just-misses are fun to think about."

"I think about that too, in similar situations," I continued, " What if I just passed, say, the son of an old college prof? Who knows how connected we all really are?" The Gardener and my brother looked at each other, totally stymied. 

"Must be how a woman thinks." Or, at least these two women.

Photo: My dad (front right) and some of his college buddies (before Mom arrived on campus). They apparently had many formal events to attend. I just found a letter my dad wrote his parents his first year of college in which he informed them he had purchased a tux because he knew it would be cost effective.

Reposted from three years ago this month. See Chari's Happy toe Design for more Sunday Favorites