Shelley Smart grew up just up the coast from me.
Or down the coast, as they say on the coast.
I never met her there. Still haven't.
That's because I met her here in blogland.
When I had mentioned Day's lobster rolls in a post,
she popped up like clam squirt.
Said she grew up with the Day's kids,
went to school with them,
while I was growing up on their lobster rolls.
Wicked small world.
Shelley comments that she's also having
cataract surgery in a couple of weeks.
If I were there (Oxnard, I think), we'd do lunch.
I'd buy you a lobster roll, Shell,
and tell you it's
a piece of cake.
How ironic... there's an eye in the window.