

Ah the good old days.
Walking to shul Shabbos morning and hearing the sweet sounds of classical music coming from their house.
Why am I bringing this up you ask?
They say "It's a small world".
Last Motzei Shabbos I got another reminder of just how small it is.
I was invited to attend a Melava Malka. My chavrusa was making a siyum on a masechta we learned together and didn't want to be mesayim unless I attended. So I obliged. He asked me during the previous week if I played any musical instruments. I started thinking to myself, "What have I gotten myself into". Nope, I told him. Sorry, the lady with huge knuckles from CASA and her black Russian and cream cheese sandwiches scared me off piano. The guitar lessons from that music store in the loop never lasted. "It's OK" he said, we have some guys coming. One plays a guitar one plays the clarinet.
This was gonna be a siyum to remember. In short, the melava malka was really nice. As I was sitting there during a break in the action, he went around the room and introduced me to everyone. It turns out, I am sitting 2 seats away from a guy who grew up on Berick, went to U City High, jammed with the Watanabe kids, and whose father plays viola in the St Louis Symphony a row behind Haruka Watanabe.
Small World.......Wouldn't wanna paint it.