This is my first contribution to a fantastic monthly synchroblog. The theme for August is “connection”.
“It’s crazy to me” Lydia began. “This city’s so big, eight million people, and I keep running into my mother in the most random places.”
“Crazy.” her husband Jim agreed – dutifully adding an exclamation point to Lydia’s thought.
Second only to plotting the best taxi route, telling big-city-small-world tales is a favorite pastime of New Yorkers. Our foursome was sharing such stories along with our tapas.
In this particular genre, Lydia’s chance encounters were not so remarkable. She is her mother’s daughter. They eat at the same restaurants. They shop at the same stores. Running into each other seemed entirely unsurprising.
My husband the truth-teller was about to point this out. “Well…you know…” he started.
I jumped in before he had a chance to burst Lydia’s bubble. “I know exactly what you mean.” With that, I had just declared my turn to tell a story. Continue reading →