After leaving OSH I picked up my wife at Midway airport in Chicago.
First airport i have ever visited where I could drive around it.
Drive down one side, turn left and repeat two more times and you are
back where you started. Anyway, on to the story,

So, there i was checking into a Hampton Inn in Evanston Wyoming. The
fellow talking to the clerk next to me said that his name was Epps. I
turned to him and asked if he was related to the Epps family in
Georgia. He said he was and asked how I knew of his family.

I said that in the '70s I had a friend, Ford Martyn of Niantic CT,
who had become interested in a biplane designed by a Ben Epps of
Georgia and had gone on to build a copy of the aircraft.

He replied that Ben Epps was his grand dad and his father had gone up
to Connecticut to see the plane.

So, there we were in Wyoming, one guy from CT, the other from GA and
we had a common connection. Amazing!

Sadly my friend has passed on but I remember him often and miss him
all the more at OSH. We went out together in 1971, my first of many
trips.

Errol Groff
EAA 60159