I'm not sure how many people in my little town read my journal. I know Tracy checks in once in awhile, and the next-door twins' mom looked me up once. I don't mention the name of my town, nor do I intentenially put anybody's whole name here, although I'm sure it wouldn't take much doing for anyone to find out where I live.
Anyway, this morning I had a comment that had been left on an early-August entry. I had taken a picture of a house under construction during one of my horseback rides, and my friend Tracy left a comment saying whose house it was. Much to my surprise, the builder and owner of the house left a nice comment on this almost two-month-old entry.
How on earth did he find that entry? I surely don't think Tracy mentioned it to him after all this time.
So I went to Google and typed in his whole name. Sure enough, Tracy's comment showed up on Google. Isn't the Internet amazing?
Arby, if you read this, Cliff just went to Henrietta and mowed your uncle's lot yesterday.
It is certainly a small world.