It's a Medium Sized World

In the same weekend I found that the world is a small place yet still a large place.

I was down in Stump-Town (Portland for you non-natives) for the weekend. Dad tells me that their new intern-pastor at St. Matt's went to Augie (my alma-matter). He says, you probably don't know her though, since she is younger. I ask her name, thinking I might know a sibling. "Karna.... I can't remember her last name."
"Karna? I KNOW her! She lived three doors down from me my last year there!"

So on Sunday I saw Karna. I found out that she is going to seminary at Luther in St. Paul, MN. Mum overhears this and says, "Oh, my brother-in-law graduated from there. You probably wouldn't have known him." She gives the name and Karna says, "Yes, I do know him. We had one class together."

I start to introduce my grandma to Karna and she says, "Oh Eleanor's your grandma? I love Eleanor! I should have figured out from [the last name]."
Then I remembered that Grandma works at the church office once a week so Karna already knows her.

So small world, right? Yes. Except No.

Also this weekend I kept running into parents of people that I apparently went to high school with. Didn't know ANY of the names. One even graduated the same year I did and his name didn't even sound familiar. Haven't found the yearbook yet to see if the face is familiar. Well, with a class of 635 (give or take) and not haven gone all three years, there is bound to be many classmates I never met.