Run #11 today, a mother and her 2 grown daughters flag me down on Regent trying to make a quick escape from the kids having their first beers down the street from Camp Randall.. I couldnt hear them at first with the ghetto rap blasting from Luckys, but they were going downtown to get their car. They get to talking and I hear Greenwood. (a town about 15 miles from Neillsville, Wisconsin--another member of the mighty Cloverbelt Conference. Do you mean Greenwood, WI? Yes, were from Greenwood. I grew up in Neillsville, my dad was a doctor there, Dr Gungor? OMIGD, he was my doctor for YEARS Turns out the mother is married to my Pops old insurance agent. Synchronicity One. After a nice chat about my life I drop them off, sing the Greenwood Indian fight song (heh). and goodbye. Next fare, bid on a pickup @ the Campus Inn about 5 blocks were I dropped the Greenwooders, two couples headed to a wedding. Looks like somebody left an IPhone in your car SHIT. Must have been the daughter from Greenwood. I tell them about the last fare and that they were from Greenwood, which is right by the town I grew up in . . . Greenwood! were {the 2 guys] from Marshfield! (another bigger town about 30 miles from both places). Synchronicity Two. We have a freak festival for a bit and I describe the Greenwooders WITHOUT MENTIONING THEIR NAME. Wait! This is [younger daughters name] IPHONE? Correct, Boy Wonder! We roomed with her [dorms @ the UW] Havent seen her since graduation (10 years ago). Synchronicity Three. This book thing -- it writes itself. youtu.be/fQ8jsqJHVLk
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 03:48:45 +0000
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