Small World

I live in a small world. Thursday night I was at the local wine bar (town of 900, we have just one) and ran into three guys who sail out of my marina. Turns out one needs some help with his website, so we exchanged cards and went on our way. Next day I’m telling a friend of mine in Minneapolis (70 miles away, pop. 2 mil) about the guy I met but just gave him the company name. “You had drinks with Bill Kirkpatrick?” Yes, they know each other. Turns out they’re on a ski team together.  Steve will tell Bill to hire me, and one more time connections are made, testimonials are given, and my world continues to be small. Ain’t it grand?