Random note about UPenn boy

Oh yeah, one more random note about UPenn boy... We some how started talking about Kerouac and I said I was reading On the Road. It turns out that he was too. He's lying you might say... but then he added that he was at the part in LA just after the hotel with the Mexican girl that he had met on the bus. Which, coincidently was the same part that I am reading. How weird is it for two people to be reading the same book, meet and talk about the book at a bar, and just happen to be on the same part. Not that I think that this is any sign or message from the heavens. It's just New York.

Some times you bump in to old friends but more often, you meet strangely connected people. They know a friends of your through camp or they went to the same concert as you three years ago. It scary to think how small New York makes the world seem. It's a big world. And when you are tangle up in city life, New York seems to be the core. Then you'll meet some one and are challenged to connect with little bits of memory; a bar in your hometown, the smell of the coast in the summer, or any other place and time that is so far removed from New York that you are forced to step out for a second and get a breath of the city air.