New Brunswick is really a small town

I was on the phone with my mom, who had called my grandmother three hours away, who told her a story from her best friend and neighbour Gerry.

It seems Gerry was at Wal-Mart, and ran into a girl she used to babysit. How nice it was for her to see the girl, all grown up, with her kids. The girl said how she was in town, visiting her brother. They got to talking, as people do, right in the midle of the aisle, and the girl said how she’d also been to see a friend on the Miramichi.

“Yeah,” said Gerry, “You went to see Andrea. I heard all about it.”

Yep, the girl whom my grandmother’s neighbour used to babysit was my high-school friend Lyndia.