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Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot | I was moving a truck or something to Portland, OR one time, one way. Had someone take me over to the train station to get a ride home. Train stops in Dallas, OR to pick more people up. My first cousin I hadn't seem in 5 years gets on the train there and sits down beside me.
I got a speeding ticket few years ago about 600 miles from home by my ex girlfriends brother. I don't know if he recognized me or not, but he just started writing the ticket out. I think he recognized me.
Was at a meeting somewhere and someone had a unique last name, and all the fields here are known by the first owners last name, one field had the same name. I asked the guy if he'd ever had any relatives here, sure enough his dad or grandfather had been a homesteader here in the 1940's. Turns out I farmed the place at one time. | |
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It is a small world
