Small World

Today is December 7. It is Pearl Harbor Day, a "day which will live in infamy". I will not bombard you with factual information about the Japanese attack on Hawaii or the effects that attack had on our nation, but I do suggest you Google it. Instead I will tell you a story about my honeymoon. And no, it won't be a boom chicka wah wah story. Pervert.



My husband and I had a fantastic 16-day honeymoon including trips to Los Angeles, Las Vegas, and ending with a week in Hawaii. We left the cold Midwestern winter behind and enjoyed the bright sunshine and warm temperatures. It was fabulous. On our last day in Honolulu, I decided to sit outside on a bench and soak up every possible second of Hawaiian awesomeness while my husband went through the check out process from our hotel. A lovely older woman sat down on the bench next to me and we started chatting. Pegging her as a tourist like myself, I asked her where she was from. 


"Oh, a tiny, little town in Indiana that you've probably never heard of," she offhandedly replied.


Surprised, I said, "Really? I'm from Indiana - try me."


My jaw hit the hibiscus strewn cement sidewalk when she said, "Ever heard of Pine Village?"


Well knock me over with a pupu platter! "Heard of it?" I asked. "My Dad graduated from Pine Village High School." Yep folks, my Dad was a proud Pine Knot. As far as I know, he still is a proud Pine Knot.


She asked me my Dad's name and you'll never believe this part of the story. She used to babysit him.  As in change his diapers and play coochie coochie coo. My flabber was gasted. I had to travel all the way to Honolulu (hons, that's about five thousand miles) to find someone who used to babysit my Dad when he was little. Unbe-freaking-lievable. Unless you are me. This kind of stuff happens to me. A lot.


My story has little to do with Pearl Harbor Day (okay nothing to do with Pearl Harbor Day), but I wanted to share it to remind us all how small the world really is. It's about this big.
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