Thursday, October 16, 2008
Auntie Anna, Is that You?
I just took a look at the visitor map, and saw someone from Winnepeg, Canada visited my blog. My dad has family in Winnepeg (it is true, I have sinned by calling them "Lose-a-peg" when they were playing against the Chicago Wolves at a hockey game at Allstate Arena, or, as I like to call it "The Place Formerly Known As The Rosemont Horizon". But hockey games can get vicious and I didn't mean it, I promise. Well, I might have at the time, but I don't mean it anymore.)
I got to wondering if the visitor is anyone I am related to. Okay, Winnepeg is probably big enough that it holds more people than just my relatives. But I just get into wondering stuff like that. If I meet someone from New York, I start asking if they know people I do, even though New York is bigger than Chicago, and I know full well I don't know everyone in Chicago. I must have the small village my dad was from genetically imprinted on my DNA. There, not only did everyone know each other, but were at least third or fourth cousins. I don't tell hillbilly jokes, because technically, I am one, told in Hungarian! (Or at least half a joke. My mother is Polish, which puts me in a different category of jokes entirely) Anyways, more than once, I've asked someone from Green Bay if they know "Mark Whatever", and they growl that Green Bay may not be as big as Chicago, but they still don't know everyone in Green Bay. I am then holding back tears, so I don't say that if they were from New York, I'd be asking about "Susie Whositagin", so it isn't the size of the place, but the size of my brain that causes me to ask these questions. If someone tells me they blog, I'll probably ask them if they know Cheri, Pip, or Katdish, and how are they anyway, really.
If I had a theme song, it would probably be "It's A Small World After All". That is a scary thought. And, just in case you're wondering, I don't know Barack Obama, even though we are both from Chicago. And it is too late now, because I hear that Hyde Park (neighborhood in Chicago where the Senator is from) is heavily guarded by Secret Service, and you have to give a reason for entering Hyde Park, and "I'm just going for a walk" doesn't cut it. Neither does "I'm just trying to sneak a peak at the Senator."
I am going to end this post with my theme song now. Please start singing. "It's a world of laughter, a world of tears, it's a world of hope and a world of fears. There's so much that we share that it's time we're aware, it's a small world after all. It's a small world after all. It's a small world after all. It's a small world after all. It's a small, small, world."