It's a Small World After All

I forgot to mention that while I was waiting in the terminal at LSA, this guy comes up to my row and says, "I need to talk to you." I'm looking around. "Me?" I said. "Yes." He says that he thinks he was talking to me in the airport while we were waiting to get our visas when coming into Kuwait. "John!" I remembered him. He was back in the states and now was on his way into Iraq again. What a small world. See my post from February 10/11 (If This is Tuesday . . . )