Proof that it's a small world

On Sunday afternoon I was at a wedding. Also invited was my 11th grade English teacher, Mr. Freedman, who happened to go to high school with the groom's father. I hadn't seen him in 20 years but he looked exactly the same. We had a quick conversation and he was pleased that an ex-student approached him and said hello. He was the only teacher who made Shakespeare fun and understandable.