|Subject: Re: Connections|
Well, here is my contribution to Tom's thread, not as long but along the same lines.
One day on the golf course I found a wallet. Everything was there including his photo ID. I tossed it in the cart and finished my round. When I got back to the club house I walked into the bar and there was the owner of the wallet looking shaken. I walked up to him and said Hi Tom, how it going?. He looked at me very puzzled and didn't say a word. Don't tell me you don't remember me after all these years
Well I only let him suffer a few minutes and then I gave him his wallet back. Turned out he was heading for the airport that afternoon and wasn't sure how he was going to get through security without any ID.
It's the little things.
Greg in Mpls