Small world, again.

Today I had the pleasure of dining at my mothers retirement center NW of Detroit. Another woman seated at the table was telling us of the places she’s lived over the years. She mentioned “a place called Lake Shannon” as if no one had ever heard of such a location. She was shocked to know that we’d moved there before most anything was built … even the roads to the back side of the lake ! It had been 25 years since she lived here and we helped her remember streets and homes. You could see mental lights of delight appear as we chatted with this wonderful elderly retiree.