The return from the big city (SF)

I'm now back at camp after Andrew and my day off to the city with his brother and his fiance. Last evening we met at a chinese dinner place in Chinatown that was off the hook good - it's called House of Nanking and it's famous for having a huge line after a certain time. I got there before them after walking and them driving and ended up talking with some people from new york who saw me reading Tawonga literature. They got a table and I got into a similar conversation with the next people in line - they asked what do you do at camp, where are you from, how did you find out about Tawonga. Then they got a table. The next two in line (At this point I was standing on the other side of the door, the opposite side from where the line was forming since I was here before the line started but Andrew and his brother were not yet) asked me to take a look at the brochure. They said they knew a guy named Seth, from the town they grew up in near Sonoma. I pretty much yelled - AHHH! I've been to Seth's house and dated Seth's girlfriend's sister! So the rest of the line kind of got into the coincidence and we all dug it, San Francisco style, and it made me think about how these kinds of things work and how you meet some people and then leave, maybe come back again, and leave, and it made me feel both sad and content because of how that works.