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This afternoon I had a few minutes. So, I figured I'd call my brother in law. He lives out in the Midwest. He's been out here for decades.


I was telling him about my interactions with people, some I knew in high school and hadn't seen in 41-45 years.

He remarked, "I wonder if your shot put coach from high school knows who Bruce Hedendal and Neal Socha were?"

I remark, "I know that name Socha." He replies,  "Well I think it was 1965 they were one and two nationally in the shot put. They were both at Paramus High School." I responded, "Oh he is well studied. I bet he will know those names. Because if I recognize one of them..."

As the conversation went on, my brother in law realized he really never knew where I was born,  nor where I went to high school.  And even funnier, since he's known me for over 40 years. He thought for some reason I was from North Carolina. 

I explained I was in North Carolina at one of the bases while I was in the Marines. But that I was born and raised just miles from where he and my husband were born and raised in Northern New Jersey.  He was stunned to find that out. Sometimes you don't know much about the people you know.----Jody-Lynn Reicher 

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