A conversation in a limo with 10 other folks from work as we head to our Christmas party:

My friend (responding to something I didn’t hear): Hey, erik plays saxophone!
Co-worker’s husband: Really, what do you play?

Me: Woodwinds, music school, blah blah. There was an amazingly talented group of folks in Denver in the late 80s and early 90s

Co-worker’s husband: Denver?

Me: Yeah, that’s where I grew up.

Co-worker’s husband: Really? What high school?

Me: East Denver

Co-worker’s husband: Really? What years?

Me: Uh. 86-90

Co-worker’s husband: Wow. I graduated from East Denver in 94.

Me: Boggle.

Us: Extended conversation about the awesome music teacher who ended up moving to another school after he married the same awesome French teacher we both had. Me not exactly him, but vaguely remembering his sister by name, who graduated one year ahead of me, etc.

Teeny tiny world, folks.