So my wife and I flew to Indiana last weekend for my 40-year high school reunion. We’re about 15 minutes from leaving, and I strike up a conversation with a former classmate.
We gave brief summaries of our lives, and her eyes lit up when I told her I live in Vero Beach.
“That’s where my son lives!” she said.
It felt like a scene from “Seinfeld” … you know, when Elaine shoved Jerry in disbelief.
It was pretty incredible.
I’ll be tracking the her son down and introducing myself. If it works out, you’ll be seeing him in a “Meet me at Table 51” feature in a couple of weeks.
