I work with a 73 year old woman in my office. She is one of 4 employees I supervise and we are pretty close considering the small size of my office. The other day we were talking about all the rain we have been having. She was telling me about a conversation she was having with her friends "Fritz" and "Marie" down in Delaware. She said that they had so much rain, they could use their boat around their house. I asked her to repeat her friends names. She said they call him "Fritz" and her name is "Marie". Next is the interesting part.
That was the name on the side of my 79' V-20 when I bought it from a dealer 3 1/2 hours away in Delaware. She called her friend and it turns out that I have their old boat. I emailed them some pictures of the work I did and I'm hoping they have some pictures of when she was new. It turns out that the woman I work with was fishing on the V in 1985, I was 7 at the time and my 'V" was in her hayday. Talk about a small world.
That was the name on the side of my 79' V-20 when I bought it from a dealer 3 1/2 hours away in Delaware. She called her friend and it turns out that I have their old boat. I emailed them some pictures of the work I did and I'm hoping they have some pictures of when she was new. It turns out that the woman I work with was fishing on the V in 1985, I was 7 at the time and my 'V" was in her hayday. Talk about a small world.
