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.