On Clark's birthday today, I am remembering that I helped him buy his Yamaha motorcycle. The next summer we planned some rides. One ride was out to Port Dover on Lake Erie. I planned an interesting route and he said, "That's not far from Waterford, Ontario, and where some of my mother's relatives, the Sutcliffes, are buried." (I don't remember what he said about why they were in Canada.) I said, "Well, later on the route, we'll also pass the cemetery where some of my relatives are buried. Let's go there, too." So we found some Sutcliffe grave markers in Waterford that were his folks and we visited the historical graves of my folks down the road. One of Clark's Sutcliffe ancestors was a railway worker and the rail line went right near my ancestors' farm. Later, in Port Dover, we made up stories about how his great-grandfather might have know mine as James Moore's crops were loaded and shipped at the train station in Simcoe, Ontario. It's a small world.