At the gas station in Great Falls we met David. He was riding from Delaware to the west coast and like us was struggling to avoid wildfires and smoke.
As we talked we mentioned we were from Massachusetts. We had the usual back and forth about exactly where in Mass we from. He has relatives in the Bay State.
Often these conversations go like this.
“I’m from Massachusetts.”
“Me too. What part?”
“Boston”
“Wow! I’m from Hyde Park!”
“Yeah I’m from Framingham”
For those that don’t know, Framingham is NOT part of Boston.
But with Dave we kept going discovering his relatives were just a few doors away from the house I grew up in.
Sometimes the world is much smaller than you realize.