>Jay came over last week – we hung out played video games (what I mentioned in the previous post) then we went out to the Salty Dog.

It was a really slow night, and we got there early to boot so it was completely empty. It filled up and then Jay saw someone he recognized. We popped over to say hi, got introduced and wouldn’t ya know it… Rachel Friedman-Siddiqui, right there in Springfield, right there at the Salty Dog.

I thought the girl was dead. She stopped calling me, she moved, she disappeared, all after getting some serious chemo after a bout with cancer she borrowed some money, wouldn’t meet me in person, and dropped most of it off in my car with a short note that said “sorry”.

So I’m thinking she’s really in trouble, that she was either dying, or… something… I don’t know what. I was happy to see her alive, but didn’t know what to make of it. I was overwhelmed, gave her a hug, and went back to my group.

Strange. It’s certainly a small world.