We were introduced to a visiting couple by friends who are house sitting here until after Dias de los Muertos, Day of the Dead on November 1st. Many of the people who live here paint their faces for the day. I asked the couple where they were from.
"Portland, Oregon." they said.
"My daughters live in Portland."
"Where do they live in Portland?"
"Raleigh Hills," I said.
"So do we! Whereabouts?"
"You know the Fred Meyer store on Beaverton Hillsdale Hwy? They live there."
"Across the street is 78th. What is the cross street?"
"Broadmore Terrace. My oldest daughter lives on Broadmore Terrace."
"So do we!" they both said. "Tell your daughters we own the Halloween house. They will know it."
As long as I live, I will never stop being amazed at the coincidences that crop up. Imagine, they travel 3,000 miles and they meet the father of a daughter who lives on the same street not 300 yards away.
Ain't life fun!
