Davidso there i sit in my little desk area. and around 3 in walks this staff sergeant.
some girl. she’s looking for someone who isn’t in. she walks around. and then stands in front of my desk looking the office over.
i don’t know the girl but i recognize the name on her uniform. it’s a name i haven’t seen in a long while.
not since i lived in new mexico as a matter of fact.
staff sergeant yazzie is from arizona. i said yah tah hay to her and got her attention. she’s from just outside of holbrook. close to the painted dessert.
very outgoing girl. and recalling some of my memories of that place and the navajos i met, it was really nice to see her doing well.
want better than an old name from my past?
so i am strolling through the video mart, trying to talk the jamaicans who run the place into buying some better post cards. so i can mail them out (no luck) i picked up a few shot glasses and refrigerator magnets too.
guess who walks up in line to rent a movie?
ok, she asked me to pull her name down. so i pulled it down. if you haven’t already read this, too bad. i deleted some other names out of here as well. sorry.
haven’t seen her since maryland. not in 2-2 1/2 years. she’s been in cuba for an entire year.
funny how you keep running into the same people.
If your world is small enough, that’s bound to happen.
Wait, that didn’t come out right. Let me try to perform an oral-podial extraction by way of example:
I grew up in a small town in Michigan. My graduating class had about 175 students.
Six years of college (!) later, I took my Bachelor’s in Comp Sci and went to St. Louis to work on the (ill-fated) A-12. The A-12 was a team project, with McDonnell Douglas and General Dynamics as co-prime-contractors. The guy in the cube next to me graduated from my high school, the class before me.
Two years in that job, then I left for Fort Wayne, where, the next year, the same guy hired on as a contractor, from a three-person brain shop where the other two engineers were a married couple, both of whom had graduated from my high school two years ahead of me.
Two years later, the guy they hired to be my boss was an ex-GD guy who was the previous occupant of the cube I sat in when I first went to McDonnell Douglas from Michigan State!
Shortly after that, another friend of mine (who had also made the journey from A-12 to Ft. Wayne), left the company to go work for Rockwell-Collins in Iowa.
When he left, he told me: “Chris, I hope we get the chance to work together again some day.”
I replied, “I’m certain we will, Jim. Our world* is too small.”
Ironically, that was ten years ago, and I’ve only seen him a couple of times socially since.
Does that make any sense?
*’our world’ = software engineers with defense contracting backgrounds and experience in Ada
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