Swinging Serendipity

Like we've done before, Sachi and I are taking a few swing dancing classes. Like most other classes, you end up dancing with everyone there and small talk inevitably ensues in the 1-2 minutes you spend with each person. Sachi was dancing with an older gentleman who asked if she lives in the neighborhood. She said yes and he said that he used to live up the street. As it turns out, this guy and his wife lived in our very house from 1975-1980. What a small world.