As you know, I like small-world coincidences. The one I wrote about recently, which occurred at the Miami Book Fair, had a self-selecting aspect: the fact that I was talking to a fellow writer who also made his home in Florida.
But in Washington, eating lunch at Clyde’s on M Street, I experienced a pure moment of happenstance. Our waitress was a young woman who had recently moved to the city. “From where?” we asked.
“Ft. Myers,” she said. We told her we were from Ft. Lauderdale, on the other coast. She said she’d recently graduated from Florida Gulf Coast University. I asked what she’d majored in.
“Journalism,” she said.
I asked if she had had Lyn Millner as a professor; Lyn is a dear friend and former freelancer of mine.
“Lyn is my favorite human being in the whole world!” the waitress we stumbled upon in Georgetown exclaimed.
