Here is a cool one. I went to sleep-away camp when I was kid. The summer before 7th grade, I had my first “boyfriend” at camp and got my first real kiss from a boy named Kenny Londoner. He didn’t come back the next year and we lost touch. It was a North Jersey “Y” camp. Flash forward years later: I graduated college and moved to Boston. I got a job at State Street Bank in Quincy, MA. Months after I begin, at his very large bank, we get a new guy to our small group of 8: Kenny Londoner. Then a few weeks later, I’m walking back from the laundromat in Beacon Hill and who should I run into? Kenny Londoner. He not only worked in my same group, but lived a block away from me! It was like something out of a John Irving book.
WE GET PEOPLE TALKING.
