Friday night I’m talking to Ebeth about the ex-pat Thanksgiving dinner we were going to, and she’s telling me about her friend Rachel and Rachel’s friend CiCi from Alaska who will be there and I say “I knew a CiCi in 3rd grade. Does she have red hair?” Ebeth says “she’s blonde, but I think it’s dyed” and I ask if her last name is Weiss and she says she doesn’t know.
They speak the next day and as soon as Ebeth says “Maigh” CiCi says my last name and (imagine this) remembers me as well. I shit you not – it’s the same CiCi I went to grade school with for exactly one year in Anchorage some 20 odd years ago…in London, on holiday and connected via mutual friends.
The world is an itty bitty place.