Interesting phenomenon, though it might be unique to my twisted mind.
Last week I was reminiscing about my old home when I was driving to Charlotte airport at 5 AM. How are my new homeowners doing? Has my next door neighbor finally sold his house? Have the Quigleys moved yet?
I have had the occasion to visit on business a dozen times in the last 6 months but hadn’t kept up with my neighbors.
The only flight I could get to Allentown was via O’Hare for a reasonable price. I landed there in of the busiest airports in the world and proceeded to my connecting flight at gate E3. I sat down in the small gate area in one of the few open seats I could find.
I looked around (as one does if you’re a people watcher like me) and next to me sits Mark Quigley!!
Mark proceeded to tell me all the neighborhood gossip that I had wondered about hours earlier! What are you doing here, I asked. He told me he had been working in Des Moines, Iowa for the last 6 months and this was only his second trip home.
The most bizarre of these rare coincidences seem to happen while traveling. The diving community and my travels remind me of 2….
1) We met 3 wild and crazy guys from New Jersey on a trip in Belize in 1990. Years later we were on 1 of 2 US-run liveaboard dive boats in Palau. Both were anchored in the harbor and the crews were friendly with each other. Our captain told us about these 3 guys on their boat and how wild they were! Guess who?
2) On the same trip to Belize we met anojther couple from California. Two years later I was in a Qantas lounge in Fiji and ran into the same couple!
In my dreams, sometimes you can will things to happen! Sometimes it happens in real life!
Dream or coincidence?



















