I had a six degrees of Kevin Bacon moment returning from LA. Actually, it was a one degree of Patti Bright.
On the way to the airport, I shared the shuttle with a young woman who, like me, was catching a redeye. We were picked up at two different hotels.
She was returning to law school at Notre Dame after spending the day interviewing and being wined and dined by a number of people at a couple of LA law firms. It turned out one of my brothers had worked at one of the firms, not once, but two different times in other cities. I also have family members who attended Notre Dame.
I thought those were two mildly interesting coincidences. Not earthshaking, but unexpected.
We drove in silence for awhile until I started having trouble with my cell phone. Service would drop like a stone in certain parts of LA and I asked if she was experiencing similar problems. She asked where I had been having the most trouble. Most of the time with friends up in the hills surrounding Malibu.
She knew the area, having graduated from Pepperdine. I said I was just there for a memorial service.
For who? Patti Bright.
Patti Bright?! She taught me PE three years ago. She's dead?! I can't believe it. How old was she? I had no idea.
So I told her everything that happened.
Just wanted to share that before I get some shuteye after the redeye.