Yesterday’s weather was erratic, as it often is here. When it was time to leave for work it was raining, so I took the bus there. When it was time to leave work it was gorgeous out, all sunshine and in the seventies. But, having donned inappropriate footwear for a walk home, I found myself waiting at the bus stop…when a man approached me. He looked familiar, but only in the sense that I’d seen him at the bus stop before, always wearing his headphones. So I was surprised when he crossed that invisibile line we commuters have…you know, the one where we ignore each other entirely, pretending we’re in our own isolated little pods, jettisoned from the mothership at regular intervals. But I digress. He approached me and uttered an unexpected phrase. It wasn’t a question like “do you have the time?” or “can you spare a quarter?” Nope. It was a statement. He simply said “I found your blog”. This could have been cause for alarm. But the line wasn’t delivered in a creepy way. Just then the bus arrived and we boarded, while continuing to talk. At some point he told me his name and something clicked. This town is just too small, in general, and our side of it in particular. He’d found my blog, which mentions my name…but never mentions the husband’s, so he had no way of knowing who I am married to. But I realized, from stories the husband has told me, who this guy was. An old friend of his who had been in local band February. Now how’s that for a coinkidink?