Cracks knuckles.
Okay. This is possibly my favorite story? Here we go.
The greatest coincidence of my life.
Okay. This is possibly my favorite story? Here we go.
The greatest coincidence of my life.
https://twitter.com/MissLiberty/status/1363541592007725056
I am in college. I like late night TV (dream of writing for it one day, alas). Sometimes I even record it (on VHS) to watch between classes during the day. In my tiny Seattle studio in the late 90s/early 00s, I consume hours of late night TV between my journalism classes.
There is one episode - of I believe Letterman, but maybe Conan - where Bon Jovi is the guest. He is charming. The host mentions how beloved he is, and asks if he always gets recognized. Bon Jovi says, "Well, mostly. But there was this one time."
He explains that it's a while back, and he's in rural Jersey, middle of nowhere, and it's snowing. And there's a car stalled by the side of the road. He pulls over and there's a little white-haired old lady in the car. He asks her if she needs help. She says yes.
He had a car phone. This was very unusual for the time. He called her a tow truck, and waited with her.
She asked him what he did.
He said, "I'm a musician."
She said, "Well, you're a very nice looking young man, so good luck with that."
She asked him what he did.
He said, "I'm a musician."
She said, "Well, you're a very nice looking young man, so good luck with that."
I was charmed by this story. And for whatever reason, my brain held on to it. Because it's so beautiful to think of all the ways that our lives intersect, I guess.
Anyway.
Fast forward a few months. Maybe a year. I start dating a guy. Dark eyes. Born in Jersey.
Anyway.
Fast forward a few months. Maybe a year. I start dating a guy. Dark eyes. Born in Jersey.
It's the holidays. His grandparents are in town. He asks me to join them for dinner at his parents' house. And as we're sitting around the table, he looks at his grandmother and says, "Amma, tell Geraldine about the time you met Bon Jovi."
And there it was. The other half of it.
And there it was. The other half of it.
Anyway. Every story has so many parts. Even this one.
I married the boy, his grandmother became a fixture in my life.
She passed away a few months ago.
He wrote about the time she met Bon Jovi here:
It remains one of my favorite stories.
I married the boy, his grandmother became a fixture in my life.
She passed away a few months ago.
He wrote about the time she met Bon Jovi here:
https://twitter.com/randfish/status/1315842187175718912
It remains one of my favorite stories.
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