While we were in San Diego:
“Your ring!”
What about my ring?
“Your ring!” she couldn’t get over it. Then, finally, “Conway had that ring!”
Conway had had that exact same ring, and clearly he wore it enough that she remembered it.
Wow. I had no idea.
And then my daughter-in-law’s aunt went on to tell me a story to match my own: her father, as a young dad, had been a reporter in the next county and happened to come and take a picture near the university here of an adorable little boy and his daddy; it got published in the paper.
A couple decades later, he found himself telling her, Wait, that name rings a bell…
She married that little boy. And that daddy was Conway.