When you're from Nebraska, you expect "small world" stories all the time. There's one degree of separation between people--two, max--but sometimes the degree is so close and unexpected that it knocks you out.
This morning I called my hometown to do some business for my dad, and the woman I talked to was nobody I knew--DUN DUN DUNNNN--or so I thought! I still don't know her, but it turns out she was a student of and mentored by the real Elsie Yvonne Callahan, Morgan's grandma in SKY. My actual grandma, the music teacher/piano virtuoso, who taught an hour west of my hometown before she retired.
This woman said the kindest, sweetest things about Elsie, and what an amazing gift for a Friday morning. And SO random and cool. A convo about clown cars? Or migrating snakes? More expected than this conversation.
Then, the person who answers my next phone call is a woman I babysat for when I was 11, and haven't talked to since then, who asked me kind questions about my family.
There is no place like Nebraska. I love it.
I love small world stories. We get a lot in my small town, too, but my favorite happened to me here, studying abroad across the Atlantic. I got talking with a girl from Canada and discovered she's friends with one of my best friend's friends. I mean, okay, that's a lot of degrees of separation, but it was still pretty awesome to know I have people in common with some random person in the Netherlands.
ReplyDelete(Also, hi, you probably don't remember me, but I emailed a while ago asking for advice on publishing. Thanks for being so helpful! I went right back to editting and I've been following QS and now I started this (really elementary) blog. Thanks for introducing me to this part of the blogging world!)