I went to a wedding reception in South Seattle last night. It was a great party, a very eclectic crowd spread out throughout a classically updated old Seattle house. A couple of hours into the festivities, a familiar-looking guy walked up an greeted me. It was my old friend Rob H., a guy I met almost 20 years ago when I first moved back to Seattle but who I hadn’t seen in several years. It turns out that he lives literally right next door to my friend Matt, the host of the party.
I had actually had another small-world experience with Rob several years ago, when I saw an article in the Seattle Times about his eco-friendly remodel (he’s a green architect) of another friend’s home.
