Blast From the Past

It’s been a while since I posted anything new, but I recently had an encounter that I wanted to share.

I was down in the Atlanta area for work.  It was one of those long days of travel, followed by driving in the pouring rain and getting lost on the way to the hotel kind of stories.  Finally made it to the hotel, dragging my luggage and myself in, only to find that the hotel was being remodeled  and check-in was a couple of folding tables and a string of computers set up in the back hallway.  I was wet, tired and hungry, but they assured me that the hotel restaurant is open downstairs.

After a quick visit to my room I head downstairs…I think a drink is definitely in order here.  I proceed cautiously down to the lower level hallway and enter what appears to be one of their meeting rooms, with random tables set up with a make shift bar.  At first I think I have entered a private get-together, but they quickly assure me this was the restaurant.

Really?

Oh well, I’m too tired and hungry to fight it and I sit at one of the emptier tables, where I join another women and we both proceed to order our dinners and read our books.

Now here’s where it gets interesting.  Soon after, a man comes across the room and says “Were you on the flight from Detroit today?”

“Yes” I say.

“Is your sister Deb Trapp?”

“Yes” I say.

“Are you Linda Trapp?”

“Yes” I say again.  “Can I ask how you know us”

“I’m Bob Petras”

Wow! I didn’t see that one coming at all.  What are the odds that we would both be on the same plane and then end up at the same  “pretend” hotel in Alpharetta, Georgia.

Bob and I have a brief chat that night, but when I went down for dinner the next night he was there again so I joined him.  We talked for a long time.  Probably an hour or two.  He told me about his wife and kids and what he does for a living, but as you can imagine we spent most of our time talking about our memories.

He tells me many wonderful baseball stories.  He talks about the baseball that he has from his no hitter which has Coach Harrison’s and Gary’s autographs on it.  He also tells me that he has stumbled upon this blog and really wanted to come to our reunion, but in the end…didn’t.

He then pulls up the blog on his iPhone and I identified all the people he couldn’t easily recognize.  When he got to one of the photos where Coach Harrison was talking with a group of the guys and Coach had his left hand on Gary’s shoulder.  Bob told me that this photo was his favorite, because this was exactly how he remembered Coach Harrison…coming out to talk to him and putting his left hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

Such a great memory.  Such a great accidental meeting.  We both couldn’t help reminiscing about how special our high school experience was and how it still touches us today.

Before we ended our visit, Bob wanted me to make sure that I tell everyone that he loves you all and he is truly grateful for all the gifts you gave him.

Deb…I gave him a big push that he has to attend your class’s 40 year reunion coming up in 2012.

Now Bob…I’m waiting for your first comment and for the stuff you said you would send for posting.

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