Ok, no urban myths, or things that happened to a friend of a friend, but how many times have you had strange co-incidences happen? Back in '72, in Army uniform, I was hitch-hiking back home from Melbourne. A truck picked me up outside the Ford plant at Broadmeadows. The driver asked me where I was going, and I said "Wollongong". He said, "Jeez, you're lucky, so am I". And he was; he lived in the street behind my place, and one to the left of the neighbour through my back fence!!! What's the odds on getting a lift with a person over 1,000kms to have the driver live within walking distance of your place???