In about '92 I was attending university in Kamloops BC. One of my electives was Geology. Anyway, I was sitting outside the science building waiting for class to start and having a smoke with another classmate by the name of Jean, who was about my age. We were making small talk, so I happened to ask him where he was from. He said San Diego. I asked him what brought him to Kamloops? He said back in the late sixties he was active in the anti-war movement. One day there was a large demonstration that was turning violent, so the cops really roughed up the demonstrators. Later, Jean was sitting in a bar with a couple of fellow demonstrators licking their wounds. One of them was a former Green Beret and an explosives expert. This guy really hated what was going on in Vietnam and hated the American Government for lying to him about the war.
Anyway, he tells Jean and the other guy that he'll be back in a while. An hour later this guy returns and Jean asked him where he'd been. The guy answered that he blew up the Bank of America building. So Jean went home, packed a few belongings and drove to Kamloops, where he's been ever since. Now I can't verify if what he told me is true, although the B of A was blown up in sometime in that period, and Jean struck me as an honest sort.
Anyway, he then asked me where I was from. I said I was from a little city in southern Saskatchewan by the name of Moose Jaw. "Moose Jaw!" he exclaimed, "I had an affair with a married woman from Moose Jaw while I was living in San Diego." "What was her name?" I asked. "Brenda Tuxford" he replied.
Well, if I wasn't gob-smacked. I used to hang around with her much younger brother, and we attended the same church.
Anyway, synchronicity or what?
FWIW
Anyway, he tells Jean and the other guy that he'll be back in a while. An hour later this guy returns and Jean asked him where he'd been. The guy answered that he blew up the Bank of America building. So Jean went home, packed a few belongings and drove to Kamloops, where he's been ever since. Now I can't verify if what he told me is true, although the B of A was blown up in sometime in that period, and Jean struck me as an honest sort.
Anyway, he then asked me where I was from. I said I was from a little city in southern Saskatchewan by the name of Moose Jaw. "Moose Jaw!" he exclaimed, "I had an affair with a married woman from Moose Jaw while I was living in San Diego." "What was her name?" I asked. "Brenda Tuxford" he replied.
Well, if I wasn't gob-smacked. I used to hang around with her much younger brother, and we attended the same church.
Anyway, synchronicity or what?
FWIW