Yesterday, Michelle and I were driving home from my work. We are just passing the airport, where the day before we had said goodbye to Matthew, and I suddenly had to brake.
A goose was crossing the road, yep... walking across. He just strolled across, in front of my stopped car and kept going. I cannot tell you if it was the same goose that was sitting on the tail thingy of Matthew's plane, nor do I know if it is the same one Michelle saw a story about online and was asking for earlier that morning?
All I can tell you is that for some strange reason geese, (or the same goose?) keep popping up in my life?
Any theories?
