What is with the Newfoundland diaspora? I know it is huge. I know it is widespread. But why is it that, when I sitting alone in the Maple Leaf Lounge in Pearson, minding my own business, enjoying a beer and reading quietly, am I acosted by someone I went to high school with?

I know it is a small world. I am the first to admit that Newfoundlanders get into to more cracks, crevices and hard to reach places then roaches, but come off it.

She was nice, we knew common people, but I couldn't remember her name and I think she could tell. That is always awkward and painful. We chatted pleasantly about me being a bad friend and pregnant peers and she ran off to catch a flight.

Maybe I will bump into her in St. John's, too.

(I still can't remember her name)