(Submitted by reader Jeffrey Nuttall)
In April 2009, a friend was looking for a roommate, and, since I was planning to move anyway, I ended up moving in with him. As it turned out, though, there were some odd coincidences involved with my new address.
First of all, I later found out that my parents had both lived only a couple of blocks away from that address before they were married — my mother to the northwest, and my father to the southwest. I had had no idea that my parents had ever lived anywhere near there until after I moved there.
But the coincidence gets better: the street the address is on is called Willis, and the nearest cross street to the south is Rayen. My father’s name is Ray, and his last initial N. — Ray N. And my father’s middle name? Willis.
[EDITOR: This one’s both one of the craziest stories I’ve heard, and requires the most effort to find. You have to jumble together and separate out some names, and the rules are a little loose and require some searching. And yet, when you put it all together and see it as a whole the end result is wicked cool. Which is one notch above “crazy cool,” and a couple below “slap-my-ass-and-call-me-mathilda” cool. There’s a whole scale. Trust me.]
