Sunday, May 10, 2020
Back in the 80's I had gotten off a Navy ship in Long Beach, Ca. I went into town and was going to take a bus and while waiting for my bus I saw Aunt Helen "from the mountains" get off a bus. She being from Pennsylvania and me just coming in from 6 months at sea. What are the odds to be passing within minutes of each other. Nether of us had the time to talk, her connecting bus was about to leave. It was a pleasant surprise to see her, although at first she would not turn around when I called out to her, she later said she thought no one in that area would be calling her so she didn't look. But I persisted and said Aunt Helen from the mountains, she stopped, we chatted for a few minutes. Something I will always remember. And picking blueberries as a kid.
