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When I was a young man, some thirty-five years ago, I unexpectedly met a neighbor and classmate on a street corner in Leningrad.<BR>Did you ever come across a familiar face at some far-off destinaion?<BR><BR>Gerry K

An identical thread to this has just been revived, which already has a number of stories. It's titled "It's a Small World". Let's just add to that one and let this one drop, rather than have two identical threads.

patrick, who died and made you the Forum Master? People, post wherever you want (Jeez...)

Do you have a lot of free time, Patty?<BR><BR>E

Leave P. alone -- it's a valid suggestion.

This thread is better. After too many replies, it gets tedious to scroll down and read all of the replies. I try not to open threads with many replies. Also the title is more appealing.

I thought the point was to READ the previous replies.

P is absolutely right.<BR>Good point loa, it made me lol!

well, with one little remark (and the replies which HAD to come from it), it's obvious you may as well go to the other thread. this one is already completely full of garbage - the other one is relatively unsullied.

People like xxxx and Eamon are so sick. How could anybody not appreciate a simple suggestion for improving the forum? Why would they want to have two different threads of the exact same topic running at the same time? I suppose if someone came up to either one of them and suggested they move before the falling rock hit them on the end, they'd just stand there and insult the person making the suggestion. If Patrick has too much time, Eamon must have even more to waste. Patrick at least used his time to post a valid remark. Eamon just wasted his.

Suggestions are fine. Suggestions are great. But, if you read P's reply, he is telling posters to post on the other one and let this one drop. ??!?!?? Post wherever you want. Personally I rather start a new fresh one, rather than scrolling down old posts that I already read 10 months ago.

Only in this forum could there be an argument about where to post....Lord in heaven.....!

....and on with the show!<BR>my first time to paris was with a girlfriend who insisted on napping upon arrival, so I agreeed to meet her at a certain hour and explored on my own.Not doing my homework, I had no idea that one word different takes you in another direction. When I took the cab to hurry back to be on time, I gave the driver the wrong direction. When I realized we were heading out of town, I had him stop, got out and asked to first person I saw for directions back to the hotel. This turned out to be an art dealer at the gallery next to my apartment in Boston. I had him spin me around and point me in the right direction. When I returned home, we had a good laugh and a glass of wine over our meeting.<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>

We were in a supermarket it St Martin and we heard someone calling my husbands name.It was one of his clients,when we went to the airport,same thing happened,another client.Last year in London,another client!!!!An antiques market in Paris, yep, another client!<BR>

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I ran in to my local real estate agent in Puerta Vallarta; one year later on a similar trip I bumped into one of my neighbors having coffee in downtown Puerto Vallarta. <BR><BR>On this same trip my husband and two children and I decided to do some surfing in the nearby town of Saulita. We missed our scheduled surfing lesson and were bumped to a later time. When we assembled with five other people, we realized one of them was my daughter's cousin from NJ and her boyfriend and the other was our former (eight years prior) marriage counselor and his two children, from Seattle. By coincidence, we knew all the people in our group.

On our first trip to Italy a few years ago we were on a Central Holidays tour. When we got on the tour bus at the airport a couple came on that I thought the woman looked familiar. That night at our first dinner we both kept looking at each other. It was then that we realized we were both on the same PTA Executive Board many years ago and lived in the same town on Long Island, NY. Then the husbands realized they both worked for NY Telephone and dealt with each other on the phone - never meeting in person. Same trip, we are getting off the bus and going into a restaurant in Florence. I passed by two gentlemen checking out the menu. They seemed surprised to see a large group. I told them that they would be sorry they didn't get in ahead of us. When my husband saw these gentlemen he realized one was one of the VPs with the telephone company and the other guy also with the telephone company. Small World - indeed!

In Paris I was sitting on the metro and suddenly burst out when I saw my best friend from college (nearly thirty years ago) sitting right across from me. At the same time, my husband burst out when he saw one of his best friends from college sitting right across from him. You guessed it, despite the fact we went to colleges half way across the country from each other. My best friend had married his best friend.

Two weeks ago, in Paris with my thirteen-year-old daughter, we had just gotten off the plane a couple of hours before, dumped our bags at the hotel and were off to the bird market at Notre Dame, where we bumped into a girl in her class (and former close friend) who lives around the corner from us. We hadn't known she'd be in Paris -quite amazing.