After the first game, Philadelphia Phillies lost to Toronto. The next night was game number 2, and I went to the same bar that I went to last night with the same fans.
The guy next to me was clearly a Phillies fan. As part of what I usually do, I asked him where he lived. He was from Yardley, PA, outside of Philadelphia, and told me his name was Ken Wensel.
I was shocked, another coincidence in Hong Kong. I told him that we were building a house in Yardley. It would be finished in December. I told him that I just took a job with Campbell Soup. He gave me his business card and told me to call him when he got home. As always, I never called him when I got back.
About a few years later, my son, Bill, was playing at a soccer game. I talked to one of his friend’s parents that I have met a few times. He asked me where I worked.
I told him that I worked at Campbell Soup.
My friend said that he had run into someone from Campbell Soup in Hong Kong.
I asked him, “was he watching the world series game?”.
He looked surprised and said “yes.”
“It was me.”
