Underblog Rides Again

Small Worlds

I have recently discovered that as I get older I want to become more fearless about reaching out to people. There are too many people that I have never taken the time to get to know as well as I would have liked to.

This afternoon, I heard from an old friend. We were never especially close, but we would have been, I like to think, if we had ever made the time to meet socially. Getting to know people who are already married while married can be challenging. At any rate, she vouched for my (being a) character on the Dunsmuir City Council back in the day.

The email conversation with my old friend made my day. And it needed making. And it brought to mind this conversation I had with a fellow seminarian from the Philosophy Department exactly one week ago this evening.

— You were Mayor of Dunsmuir?
— You KNOW of Dunsmuir?
— My father lives in Eureka and we would go to Mt. Shasta all the time. One of his best friends lives there. He's a lawyer.
— Who? X?
— No, his name is Y Something.
— Blond, a little heavy set and bald?
— That's him!
— Yeah, he dated one of our regulars for a while [Z].
— He loved to go that place by the tracks on the corner.
— Cafe Maddalena. He used to come into our place when he had to wait for a table.
— I swear he would have dinner there twice a week.

So there you have it.