(Submitted by reader Steve Gray)
While in graduate school at Harvard, I lived on the one-block-long Irving Street in Cambridge.
While visiting San Francisco I was at a party talking to a guy who, it turned out, lived on exactly the same one-block-long street at the same time I did, yet we never managed to meet.
The Odds Must Be Crazy…
These stories are really weird. Its difficult to believe that there isn’t something “to it” other than shit happens. Again if we just talk to each other long enough we will find we have something in common.