It's a Small, Small World

So my wife and I are having dinner with friends here in Lame Deer tonite. Our host introduces us to her Sister- From New Town, ND. The same small town that my parents grew up near.
This lady remembered my Aunt Zinie as the lady at the local bank who helped her buy her first truck.

We talked of how my parents grew up in Van Hook and how it's all under water since they flooded the area from the Garrison Dam.

Also, how my Dad helped paint the old silver bridge at Four Bears crossing the Missouri River.  They told me how they watched as the Corp of Engineers blew it up and now have replaced it with a new modern bridge.

It is truly a small, small world.