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Tuesday I drove Mom to a doctor's appointment in another town. I decided to do some exploring after bringing her into the office. I drove to the railroad station (I'm a railfan) and saw some people hanging around. I figured that Amtrak's southbound City of New Orleans was due into town, so I went to the depot and hung around. Sure enough, the train arrived about five minutes later - one locomotive and seven double-decker cars. I walked north along the platform and noticed an elderly white couple step out of the sleeper (the last car). They didn't seem to be locals, so I talked to them and found out they were from England (I didn't find out what city or town) and they were on a twelve-day vacation. They started in New York and were on their way to New Orleans. They got back on the train and the train moved on out.
Once when i was travelling through S.Carolina on a trip with my daughter we stopped at a roadside Peach Wine place, i was talking away as usual and a young man about 40,asked where i came from, i told him i was originally from England, i also said he probably would never have heard of the Town and County, yes he had, he was born in a village not far away. We were in the middle of nowhere.
As they say, it is a small world.