So now I'm in San Diego for Balboa Rendezvous. I'm here with my dance partner, Deb, for a weekend of sight-seeing and dancing, as well as fine dining.
We've met and spoke with some interesting people, and I want to share some of their stories.
At the airport in Canton, Deb spoke with the man next to her, asking if his flight was for work, or pleasure. He said he was flying to Atlanta to see his 22 year old son, who he hadn't seen in 20 years, and his grandson. That brought a flood of unasked questions to mind...
I was making conversation with our shuttle driver, Sandy. We were talking about the Navy and Marine bases around, and she mentioned that the USS Midway was now a museum, open to the public. I stated that my brother had been stationed on the Midway in the 80's, but then informed her that he had died. She went on to say that her daughter, Amanda, who was 19, had died a month ago in a car wreck. She said Amanda had her license for a year, and had never been in an accident before, but this was a rainy night, and she lost control of her car while going around a curve. The young woman hit a propane truck.
While at Balboa Park, we sat in the back of the little trolley that makes it's rounds about the park. We watched three young children perform a shell game in the seats, first Charlie and his younger brother were sitting together, then brother got up and sat in the back with his sister, Mags. Their father called for Charlie to come to the back, but he didn't, instead, Mags went up to sit with him. No sooner had she sat down, than Charlie got up and went to the back to sit in a bench by himself. We spoke with them a little later and found out they were from Australia, on a 4 month vacation to Canada, the United States, and Mexico.
5 years ago
