So today's story is pretty funny actually. I was at the Tractor Supply and a young man came in. I saw him casting quick looks around, so I walked over and said, "Can I help you?" and he said, "I'm looking for summer shirts. Don't you have a summer shirts on sale?" "Yes," I said, 'but they were all marked down in August, so we don't have a lot of them left at this point. What we've got, though, is right here," and I led him to the clearance rack. He found some shirts and came up with three of them and a wallet. He said, "Man, I hate that I missed that sale. I really need summer shirts," and I said, "Well, next year, just remember to get here in August." His smile flashed white in his black beard. "I won't be here," he said, triumphantly. "Really?" I said, ringing up his stuff. "Where are you headed? Down south where it is warm?" "I'll say!" he exclaimed. "I'm headed for Australia!" I stopped what I was doing to stare at him. "Really? Where?" and he said, "Toowoomba," and it seemed that he liked the way it rolled off his tongue. "In Queensland," I said, and it was his turn to stare. "That's right," he said. "West of Brisbane, working for a harvesting company." The Big Smoke. He looked quite interested. "Have you been there?" he said. "Nope," I said. "But I've got friends there," and I thought about BB and Jeanie, and their lovely mother Anonymous. After he left, I vacuumed, thinking, just the tiniest bit enviously of this young man's adventure, but mostly thinking this...that one day, the Granite Glen gals might be traveling down the bitumen headed for one place or another, and they will pass a young man running a combine, a young man with dark hair and a black beard. They might not give him a second glance, nor he, them. And they will never realize the tie that connects them all from the other side of the world.
The internet makes the world a very small place. Cozy even.