My family(parents, sister and I) decided in March to take a trip to San Francisco the last week of July. I have never been to California, so I was up for it. We planned to do all the touristy things-ride a trolley, see the bay, drive across the Golden Gate Bridge, walk everywhere(ok, maybe not a tourist move, but not many folks walk to work, shopping, etc in Memphis), see Chinatown, and visit Napa Valley. We had reservations at a winery in Napa at Cakebread Cellars, so off we went in our rented car to wine country. We stopped in Oakville, California at the famed and very cute Oakville grocery for breakfast. As we ate our bagels and egg sandwiches on a picnic table, another trio sat behind us with their dog. Since we are a dog loving family, my mother stops to chat with them. They asked us where we were from and said Memphis.
Here is where “It’s a small world after all…” should start playing..
The lady said “I know someone from Memphis, but I doubt you know them.” Uh, try us.
Of course, we did, and I worked with the friend of hers(sort of). Both women grew up together, and are best friends.
Wherever I go, Memphis follows me. C’est la vie.