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The last time I came to Ashland (in early Jume) I got off the bus, walked up the Chattaqua sidewalk, and bumped into Eddie Wallace, who works at OSF and who very, very graciously had a conversation with me (along with the inimitable Amy Richards) about how I could best be served in covering the Festival. I mean come on, I was *nobody* at the time. You know, as opposed to now... ahem... Anyway, we bumped into each other and had a lovely chat.

I just got off the bus a few hours ago. I start to head up the Chattaqua sidewalk and bumped into Eddie Wallace, this time chatting up Jonathan Haugen, Miriam Laube, and Rex Young. He was actually going to stop and chat me up, the loveable mook, but I excused myself so they could continue the conversation. Just, you know, one of those things.

At breakfast the other day, the other guests and I were chatting aimiably about our plans for the coming day. "I'm in one of the $20 seats," I said, "so I'm either in the back corners or tucked along the side somewhere." This was for The Music Man. "Oh, well, we're seeing the same thing, hope to see you there." So I stroll over to Pioneer and Main, noodle about in The Tudor Guild for a bit, and then head in to the Bowmer. As I sit down I realize that the people in front of me and to my right look awfully familiar. They're the same two couples I just had breakfast with.

It's not like we're the only 5 people in the building, the show was close to sold out if not actually so. And yet, there they were. These things just seen to happen here.