This email from a woman named Debbie arrived a couple of days ago.
“Hello, Paul Turner.
“I stumbled across 'The Slice', and had to write, since you mentioned growing up in Burlington, VT.
“Are you the Paul Turner who camped at Papoose Pond? I think we might have been 12 or so. You drove your motorcycle to Maine? Joined the Coast Guard?
“If you're not that Paul Turner, please disregard, but know that I enjoyed your story.”
Then she said thanks and told me her full name and where she now lives in Maine.
As it happens, I'm definitely not the guy she had in mind. But I can see how she might have remembered the other PT. Any kid who could ride a motorcycle across northern New England and then join the Coast Guard at the age of 12 would certainly leave a lasting impression.
Or perhaps she left something out. Yeah, that must be it.
In any case, if this is a matter of paternity, it ain't me, babe.
Have you gotten emails like that?