A few weeks ago Alyse needed to hire a biologist to consult on a project at work, and found one through craigslist. When we talked on the phone last night, she mentioned that she needed to go by that person's house and pick up a book they'd borrowed. I offered to do it for her, and she emailed me the biologist's address and her name, Amy B___. Huh, thought I, I know an Amy B___. (She married Jeff B___, who used to work for me — was in fact the second person I hired at TERC. Come to think of it, wasn't she Course VII?¹. But they moved to Hawaii years ago. Must just be a coincidence.
I got to the house to pick up the book, which was supposed to be inside the screen door. No sign of it. So I rang the bell. The only adult home was the nanny; she didn't know anything about it. She called Amy and left voicemail. Then she made another call. "Jeff, there's a guy here to pick up a book...." My jaw dropped. She was off the phone with him too quickly for me to catch her eye. "I'm sorry, he's a teacher and has class."
"They didn't just move here from Hawaii, did they?"
I left them a note about what a small world it is.