- striking up a conversation with people while waiting for the ferry on my way home from work.
- discovering that everyone waiting with me is from the prairies.
- also that one of the people lives in the same town as my sister.
- and that the entire family of one of the people is from the same place I was born.
- having a three minute conversation that was better than any conversation I’d had all day.
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I do miss running into prairie folk in Vancouver. We have this inner desire to rush west to the ocean, if only briefly, but we maintain our inner prairie selves. The camarederie that comes from that inner self allows us to have a three minute conversation with a near stranger and think it is delightful rather than strange.