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.