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I was 18, crossing the English Channel on a day it was especially choppy and I was especially hung-over. Clinging to the rail, trying not to vomit, but also wishing I could. Elderly woman comes up to comfort me with chit-chat and asks where I’m from. “America” I mumble. “Oh honey, I know, but where?” “Indianapolis.” “Oh! I wonder if you know my friends, Pat and Dick Dunbar!” 900,000 people in Indy, and she knows the Dunbars, WHO LIVED ACROSS THE STREET FROM ME.
