I was at McDonald's this morning and I noticed the woman standing in front of me had Wackenhut written on the back of her jacket. I know the name Wackenhut, because it's my great grandmother's maiden name.
In fact, I even know why this woman had it on the back of her jacket.
"Do you work for Wackenhut Security?" I said.
"Yes. Well, I did. For five years. It's a good company."
"One of my cousins actually founded it. Fred Wackenhut," I said.
So we sat down and had breakfast together.
I guess the surreal part was seeing the name and thinking that, one century ago, my great great grandfather Johannes arrived on a ship from Germany, and he's the one who brought that name to this country. I doubt he had much else.
And step by step it eventually ended up on a complete stranger's shirt. And step by step, a part of him had made me. Cool.