I discovered an Islandwalk neighbor that lived in Indianapolis, went to I.U. like I did, worked at the same radio station, and went into the T.V. business. Somehow, we never crossed paths, but I’m thinking that I replaced him at WIBC-AM when he went to WRTV. He also worked with my wife when she was a media buyer in Indy and remembered her face and married name at the time after 40-years. His wife went to grade school through high school with the guy that I hired to be my General Sales Manager at WLFI-TV in Lafayette. We had the two of them over for brunch yesterday.

My wife loves to entertain,  but likes to do the inviting. Whenever I bring people to the house, she always seems to resist. I spent the morning before they arrived hanging pictures, cleaning windows, and  vacuuming as penalty for intruding on her Sunday. I had already tried to help make the breakfast casserole the night before but managed to screw that up. She thinks that I do this intentionally so that she never asks me to help, but I’m really not that clever. I just don’t do things the same way she does, which is the right way. 

They stayed a little longer than we expected yesterday, especially after two other weekend get-togethers with neighbors and one more to go tomorrow night. We were both tired, but there were so many common connections that needed to be explored, so it naturally took a long time to catch up. There was also the circumstances that put them together with me. A few weeks ago, I had arranged to reunite with this guy I hired in Lafayette, who has a winter home on Anna Maria Island, not too far from us. He was entertaining a group of high school friends in town for golf. As we were all having lunch, they suggested stopping by the house of another Lafayette classmate. Coincidentally, it turned out to be in my neighborhood, not to mention that her husband had followed this similar Indianapolis media path as myself.  That impromptu visit, in turn, led to yesterday’s lengthy brunch. It’s a small world after all!