My wife and I went to dinner with her law school study partner and husband. Randy and I started talking, turns out we were at Ft. Carson, Colorado at the same time -- and when I mentioned being teargassed in the barracks one July night, he had also been!

Recently, I was talking to one of my new neighbors who was out walking his dog, a blind Sheltie. He asked where I was from, turned out he had a neice living in my home town.

My wife as in Paducah, Kentucky, attending the American Quilting Society's annual show. She was having lunch with a couple of others, and she asked one where she was from -- turned out to be from my home town.

A last one: my wife went to apply for a job at a law library. During the interview, it developed that the law librarian was, like my wife, a native-born Washingtonian (DC) -- and that the law librarian's older sister had gone to high school with my wife's mother.