I've been sending pictures to my son (and in the interim, have fallen even more in love with Walgreens; I can upload my photos from
He's a car buff, as was his father, and mine, his grandfather. A few weeks ago, he asked me if I could grab a picture off the internet of an 1995-1998 S14 Nissan 240SX (or something like that) and send it. He and his buddies are talkin' cars, and he wants to show them what he hopes to build. I nabbed that picture up there, and ran to Walgreens to pick it up.
The young man working at Walgreens handed me the print, and mentioned, offhandedly, "I have a car just like that, only it's red."
Oh! I told him I was on a mission for my Army brat, and asked if I could take a photo of HIS car instead of using the "borrowed" one.
As luck would have it, he had a file on his cel phone. He pulled his memory card out, and printed a photo for me—one much nicer than the one I was going to send off.
How cool is that?! I left feeling giggly about the coincidence.
It was even better when I spoke to Brian yesterday: he told me that he got the photos. He couldn't believe it when he saw the photo; told me "that's one of my friends, and I was just telling my buddies about that guy, and his car. That's the VERY car I wanted a photo of, but figured I could only ask for a substitute!"
We aren't THAT small a community; with students thrown in, we are 150,000 here. Yes, we're smaller than a lot of you are, but we're not Mayberry. The odds that I'd run into one random young man, that owned the very car my son wanted to show his friends, AND having that young man offer up a photo of his car to send to a kid in basic training...
It does make me feel kind of wonderful.