the world suddenly seemed not so small
Today in Menlo Park, who should walk by but Bill, principal of the firm where I’ve been working lately (in San Francisco). Our eyes met, I raised a hand in greeting, and he stopped; so I approached, and said:
“Hi! I’ve just been having lunch with my mother, who used to work near here.”
“That’s great. My name’s Larry, by the way. Have a great day.”
The burritos at Mextogo, incidentally, were quite satisfactory.