Walt and his pal Topolino were on to something when they sang about our Small World.
They had never even heard of the Internet…never sent an email…never read a blog.
What would they say now?
Several times a week I get an email from someone commenting on this blog.
And. I. Love. It.
As a wanna-be-famous-someday writer, I am thrilled people read my posts, and I am even more excited they like them. Most of these emails, well, actually ALL of these emails have come from people who don’t leave comments. Even better! I didn’t know you were here.
Last week I got an usual email from a fellow Texan who now lives near Boston. With 856 miles from Orange to El Paso and 922 miles from Spearman to Brownsville, this gal and I grew up 40 miles apart, our high school teams are now rivals, and we chose the same hotel for our weddings.
She found this blog when a co-worker mentioned it saying, “This girl is from Texas…I wonder if you know the city.” My new friend replied, “Texas is a big place…I doubt it!” What a surprise!
She is visiting next month and hoping to relocate here to the instep of the Bel Paese by early 2008. I wonder if Calabria is ready for four of us?
Cherri Johnson, the girl I shamelessly brag about marching with stumbled across my blog when her assistant was doing a Google search for “marching bands” or something similar. She is still an advocate for children’s rights and busy with her acting career.