2012, June 5 “Do you know her husband? You just met his mom."

I was traveling with “The Butterflies” (a group of Girl Scout friends) to Washington DC to celebrate Girl Scouts 100th anniversary in America. We extended the trip and spent a few days at Tides Inn in Irvington, Virginia. HS, one of the Butterflies, announced, “Don’t have too much fun on Tuesday at lunch because I’ll be having lunch with long-time friend of my parents who’ve retired here.” Tuesday comes and we’re all standing in front of the hotel—HS waiting for her ride and the rest of us deciding where to go for lunch that won’t be “too much fun.” After lunch, when we were all back together, HS asked me, “Do you know LB?” And I said, “The LB who teaches at UMF whose office is just down the hall from me on the second floor of the Education Center?!” Then Helen asked, “And do you know her husband, BW?" I replied, “Yes, I’ve met BW.” Helen replied, “Remember the woman you met before lunch, that picked me up—my parents’ best friend? That’s BW's mother. I grew up with BW.” And of course, I asked, as I always do, “And how did my name come up in conversation?” When HS introduced us to her friend under the hotel carport, she mentioned I was from Maine. Over their lunch, BW's mom asked about “your friend from Maine” and that’s when they pieced it all together.