It seems a small world at times

Yeah, I think Larry has arrived... achieve surveyor nirvana... goes to work, drinks pina colada, on a cruise ship, and calls it work!

🙂

N

No doubt! All it takes is a little general conversation.

In my first job after college I had the opportunity to travel throughout much of the US and meet engineers from all over the world. No matter where they worked or what their area of specialization or how high they had risen within their company/university/government employment the one thing nearly all of them had in common was growing up on a farm. A great conversation starter was to ask what little town they called home. The conversation would normally lead into where they attended a university and their first job after college. One time during a national meeting in Washington, D.C. there were six of us who ended up at the same restaurant waiting for a table so we sat together. We discovered we all had a link to the same small town, population 10,000.

Larry was never seen drinking a Pina Colada

I was there......

Rum punch and Margaritas It think but no pina colodas

That really you, Gordon?

Welcome aboard! How did the business card table go?

-JD-

Son of a Gun

Is French Lick back?

Major Gordie!!!

Is in da house!! Yay!!! :clap: :good: :beer:

One of my small-world stories: We took a trip to the southeast US one year, and my stepdaughter had to stop several states from home and see someone she talked to on the internet. We had dinner with that family, and discovered the kid's father had been in the Navy with a guy I've always known, from practically the next farm over from our family's.

Son of a Gun

I hope so Holy. I'm heading to French Lick shortly for a visit with the Major, et al.

Here's one of mine. 🙂

When Wendell and I lived in Tucson, we had this nice, sweet elderly couple move in next door to us. Me being the elderly loving person I am, took them under my wing and took care of them the best I could. I did their yard work, cleaned their house, had them over at our house often for meals, took them to doctors appointments, Wendell and I took them out to many breakfasts, lunches, and dinners, etc... they pretty much became second parents to me. I LOVE them!! :love:

Anyhow, obviously we got to know them real well. We get to talking one day and it turns out that Jim was the elementary school teacher of Wendell's cousin Erikas husbands family in a small California mountain town. Jim started mentioning last names, how one of his students affected him so much because the kid grew up to be a CHP officer and was killed, etc...etc... and I could remember Erikas family talking bout this same CHP officer and so I just put two and two together and when we visited with Erika, it was confirmed. Then Erikas family starts asking questions and reminiscing about "Mr. H", how he was an awesome teacher, etc...etc...and of course I got to brag about how he and his wife lived next door and I see them every day. It was neat!! 🙂

I sure miss them. 🙁 Fortunately I get to see them really soon!!!!!! :clap:

When we went to Honolulu last month, we ran into a long-time friend who just happened to be there for work. Go figure.

> When we went to Honolulu last month, we ran into a long-time friend who just happened to be there for work. Go figure.

OH YEA!!!!!!! One of my bestest friends ever, too!!!! :clap:

Wendell and I were teasing her, telling her we have to travel 2650 miles to find her when we only live 45 minutes apart. 😛

Son of a Gun

> I hope so Holy. I'm heading to French Lick shortly for a visit with the Major, et al.

Well, heck, if you are going that far you might as well keep going all the way to Virginia.

My wife and I were talking with another couple at the pool bar of a resort in the British Virgin Islands back in 2007.

They described being on a cruise six months earlier to Cabo where the Captain took the ship out of the way so he dive to look for an anchor the ship had lost on the previous trip (it was a small, 85 passenger ship).

When I asked them if the ship was the Spirit of Discovery they seemed surprised that I knew about the trip and then slowly noticed the resemblance between me and "Captain Mike", my younger brother.

> No doubt! All it takes is a little general conversation.
>
> In my first job after college I had the opportunity to travel throughout much of the US and meet engineers from all over the world. No matter where they worked or what their area of specialization or how high they had risen within their company/university/government employment the one thing nearly all of them had in common was growing up on a farm. A great conversation starter was to ask what little town they called home. The conversation would normally lead into where they attended a university and their first job after college. One time during a national meeting in Washington, D.C. there were six of us who ended up at the same restaurant waiting for a table so we sat together. We discovered we all had a link to the same small town, population 10,000.

HC,
10,000 is a city.

Small towns are 3,000 and smaller. Mine was 601.

SJ

I have to agree with you on defining a small town. It's just that in today's world there are big cities that no one has ever heard of because they adjoin a bigger city. I read somewhere a couple days ago that Peoria, Arizona is bigger than Peoria, Illinois. I didn't even know there was a Peoria in Arizona.

What I generally refer to as my hometown has approximately 6 residents. My mail comes from a town three miles away with a population of about 80. My telephone is listed as being out of a town 7 miles away with a population of about 60. The main town name associated with our school district is 11 miles away with a population of about 1100, and it's the county seat. The big city in the county is 16 miles away with a population of about 8,000. It's about 45 miles to a town of maybe 30,000 and 70 miles to a town of about 60,000. To get more than 100,000, one must travel approximately 125 miles to the west or the south-southwest or the north-northeast or the east-southeast.