It’s a small world after all
Last night, I brought up something that happened a long time ago, when I was barely 20 years old and living on Burgundy Street in the Quarter and a guy lived behind me in an old slave quarters apartment. He was fond of my high heel shoes and borrowed them all the time, and then once asked to borrow a blue sapphire and diamond ring I had, which I lent him but wanted collateral for and he offered an 18K gold watch. I still have the watch and hadn’t seen him in a very long time. Turns out most of my friends knew him, his mother, and one had actually photographed their penthouse that was in a commercial building which recently sold for the ridiculously low price of $650,000.
The universe is shrinking.