just invited Lala. I thought I didn't have her email address, but it turns out I had it the whole time. Good ol' gmail had it in there for me. I'm obsessed with how awesome gmail is. It's rather sad.
The small world connections are endless here. The other day a plumber was here and his wife is from MA. I also was at the kenai tourism office and the guy there said he knew someone from Boston that works at the Peninsula Clarion (local paper) - that's extra weird because I know someone from manchester that knows someone who works for the the Clarion. same person? maybe. The guy at the tourism office is named James Brown. best name ever. I asked him if his parents did it on purpose, because I'm a jerk like that, and it turns out it's a 3rd generation family name. What's even stranger is that I got a ride from town to the cabins from one of our neighbors (by neighbor, I mean he probably lives a half mile away) and his name was Don Hensley. Not quite the eagles singer, but close enough for me to remember the name forever.
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