After I finished my final Music Together Class on Friday, I was talking with the grandparents of one of my students who said they were heading home.
“Where is home?” I asked.
“No Way! I’m a Buckeye, too.”
“No Way! What town?” she asks.
“The one just south of Toledo?” Grandpa joins in.
“That’s the one!”
“Where in Toledo do you live?” I inquire.
“Over by Anthony Wayne High School.”
“No Kidding? One of my good friends, Kerry Patrick Clark, used to live just down the street from Anthony Wayne High School,” I report.
“No Way! Kerry Patrick Clark? His wife, Amy, is my best friend!” she says in disbelief.
“No Way! They just moved from there to Maumee,” I mention.
“I know! I spent three weeks helping them pack and move!”
“Bless you! I know they appreciated your help,” I exclaim.
Grandpa says, “I actually grew up in Perrysburg.”
“Now I’ve got a small world story for you,” I begin. “I was hiking up to Chasm Lake at the foot of Long’s Peak in Colorado.”
The jaw of my student’s mother goes slack as she says in disbelief, “No Way! I’m from Colorado.”
The in-laws chime in: “From Fort Collins.”
My turn: “No Way! I just moved from there this year, which high school did you attend?”
“Rocky Mountain,” she replies.
“This is wild!” we all exclaim.
We all shake our heads in amazement and line up for a photo of the meeting.
Grandma messages the photo to Amy Clark (Kerry’s wife) and as I am leaving the rec center gives me her report.
“I just sent the photo to Amy, and she wrote ‘No Way! We love that guy!”
And that’s the way it was that day!