One in a millon. Picture this miss social butterfly who thinks anyone from Wisconsin is someone I might know or at least a Packer fan. (So I have to talk to them).
Let me set the stage. After doing our twofer drive day get into Hyder Alaska https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyder,_Alaska one day early, do dinner at the bus, (story to follow) strike out at bear viewing, head back to Camp Run-a-Muck. I go to pay the camp fee see a truck from Wisconsin must go talk.
I ask basic question where you from, answer a small town west of Green Bay Waupaca. I start asking if the foundry is still operating, if the Sears Catalog Store is still down town. They ask if I had lived there I answer yes 1976 till about 1980. We talk about people we know, agree that Wisconsin has the best cheese curds and fish frys. To make a long story short, she was the nurse who took care of me when I had my tonsils out and her husband worked as a counselor at the high school and remembered my brother Dave (AKA froggy) when he was part of the track team head shaving.
Crazy and amazing the people you meet in a random place on a trip or vacation. This lends a whole new meaning to small world.