Pleasanton Memories at 20:11
What I'm Doing at 20:11 in 2011... I'm going to admit that this blog post is totally premeditated. I've wanted to sit down and blog about this story all day, but this is the first chance I've had to do it. I've started it before 8:11, but it will be what I'm doing when the alarm goes off.
I went with my in-laws (and Anne) to see a cardiologist in Redwood City this morning. (All is well.) On our way... as we were passing through Pleasanton we started to reminisce. John and Doralice brought their first home in Pleasanton shortly after they were married. They lived on Crystobal which was just around the corner from where we lived on Cid Way. We didn't live there at the same time, but we did know some of the same people. My father-in-law used to commute to work with our neighbor... Mr. Pereira. The Pereira's were the first Portuguese people that I knew. When I was about 7 years old, I was walking past their house and I saw they had their dogs outside with a litter of puppies. They were Dalmatians and they were adorable. I remembered pointing at the puppies and the female jumped up and bit me in the face. The bite tore a big chunk out of my face including the majority of the left eyebrow. It was a miracle, but she missed my eye completely. I had several stitches. The only scar that is left from the incident is the lack of hair on the majority of my brow. (Which I fill in with a pencil every morning.)
My in-laws have heard this story before, but we talked about it again on the way to the doctor today.
So this is where the story gets good.
On our way home, we stopped in Pleasanton to have lunch at Chevy's. At the end of the meal, I left the table to use the restroom. When I came out, John, Doralice and Anne were talking to a couple at our table. When I approached, my father in law asked me if I recognized them. I said that I did not and he said... "This is your old neighbor that had the Dalmatian that bit you!"
Can you believe it? Right there in front of me were the former neighbors that we had just been talking about. They had been shown to the table right next to ours, and my in-laws recognized them immediately. It has been 34+ years since we lived on Cid Way in Pleasanton... but they remembered the story as well as I did. Mrs. Pereira told me that she was a little afraid of my mom (with good reason) and thought that they were going to sue them over the incident.
I asked them if I could take a picture to remember the occasion. They were very kind to pose for me. They still live in the same house on Cid Way, but do not own any dogs.
Talk about a small world...