Many years ago my father-in-law relayed to me what he referred to as his Pal story. It popped into my head again this week for obvious reasons. Here it is:
He was a kid out on a field trip with his class. All of a sudden he sees his dog, Pal. Hey, that's my dog, everyone! That's my dog, Pal! he shouts to his teacher and classmates. He wants to run over to his dog, but his teacher is strict and forces him to remain in line. It was incredibly weird, he tells me, to see Pal while he was off on a field trip.
My father-in-law said that he was reminded of this childhood story by something that had just happened to him. He'd been driving along Lake Shore Drive when, in the midst of all the anonymous cars passing in the other direction, he saw his 16-year-old son. Oh my God, there's my son! There he goes! he thought to himself as they whizzed by one another.