Flashes of Panic

One of my co-workers sent an all-staff email to update the mailing address of one of our authors. It’s a town near the one I grew up in, so I guessed the college in question. Looking at the directory of the department in question, I found not only our author, but one of my high school classmates (I think) working as a lab assistant. I also saw an assistant professor who I interviewed a few years ago; he was instrumental in starting a running club I profiled for New England Runner. Out of curiosity, I checked which classes he taught, and noticed that in one of them, he uses another one of our textbooks (not written by the author who started the whole chain.) Within five minutes, I’d started at my day job and hopped back to high school (three jumps,) my freelance work (four jumps,) and back to my day job (five jumps.)

It may not be a small world, but the interconnections are quite dense.

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