What are the odds?

I'm sitting at my desk shortly before lunchtime, when a guy walks into my office, introduces himself, says, "Does this look familiar?" and hands me a picture of a sailboat we owned several years ago. He acquired the boat about two years ago, spiffed it up (including putting 10 coats of varnish on the teak!) and renamed it for his young daughter. The owner before him never had the boat in the water, but lived on it in the boatyard for a couple of years. We're not sure who else had it in between.

Steve, the current owner, had found something still on the boat with my name on it. He was in our offices for a meeting, saw my name on the staff directory and came looking for me. It was great to see our old boat again, in such great shape, and being enjoyed by a nice family. Steve even invited us to go out with them sometime, and we'd enjoy that.

THEN -- I went to a Women in Film and Video meeting this evening. During the post-meeting networking, I started talking to a guy who had just been talking to Craig and had Craig's card in his hand. He noticed our address, did a double-take, and told me that his mother grew up in this block of our street (in the house next door to ours, it turns out; there are only three houses in this block) and his dad lived in the next block.

Now I'm waiting for the third thing. Stay tuned.