Hitchhiking in Nova Scotia, 4000 miles from my home in Walnut Creek, California, I was picked up by a man in a Volkswagen beetle. Turned out he was on his way to California, to attend the wedding of a girl I grew up with. Weird. 

A few years later I was in the common room at a kibbutz, in the Negev desert, in Israel. A couple of strangers were playing chess in the corner. I asked to play the winner, and we started chatting. One was an American about my age, from the east coast. Turned out his college roommate at Yale was a childhood friend of mine.

Sitting around the campfire on safari in remote Kenya, a stranger asked me what I did for a living. 

“Video games,” I replied. 

“Ever heard of a game company called Acti-something?”

“Activision?”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

“I worked there until a couple of months ago.”

“Do you know someone named Rod Cousins?”

“Pretty well – he was head of our office in the UK.”

“I was at his wedding on Saturday, in London.”

Okay, everybody sing along.

It’s a small world after all….

It’s a small world after all…

Sorry.