My parents were at a school fund raiser a year or so ago and Mom saw a young man who looked familiar to her, so she walked up to him, stuck out her hand and said "Don't I know you?"
It was
Vince Flynn.
But the best part is, she didn't know him from the photo on his book jackets, she knew him from when he played football at the University of St. Thomas with
Billy.
Then there was the time my Dad conducted a long phone interview for a story with the fellow who was the head of the National Institute of Health. After an hour or so of questions and answers, the doctor, who's name I've forgotten, asked Dad where he was calling from.
"Minneapolis." Dad replied.
"Really? I grew up in St. Paul." Dr. Somebody replied.
"You did?" Dad said. "I went to high school in St. Paul."
"You did? Where did you go?"
Dad told him the name of the school he had attended and the doctor said "Hey, that's where I went ! But I'm sure that was way before your time."
"When did you graduate?" Dad asked.
"1945".
"I graduated in 1946!"
There was a pause on the line. Then the director of the National Insititute of Health said "Hub, is that you?"
And finally there was the time I was in a needlepoint shop in Edina and a gal next to me looked so familiar, I was sure we had gone to high school together.
"Oh, hi!" I said, all friendly like, not because I'm friendly but because I thought we knew each other.
"hi," she said, smiling kind of shyly. That's when I realized she was
Jessica Lange. Naturally, I did what everyone who knows me could've predicted; I turned my back on her and harrumphed away as though
she had accosted
me.
What? I don't know her.
Sometimes I can't believe I'm their kid.
