I met David Wharton today

Something about the phrase "it's a small world" always bugged me. Maybe it's because people use it too much. If you bump into a coworker at a Neil Diamond concert, then that isn't a small world. Everyone and their uncle has gone to see Neil Diamond at some point (right? or maybe I'm just hoping I'm cool and normal because I dig on the Diamond). Also, shouldn't the phrase be "small country" or even "small state", because really--how many times have you run into someone by chance somewhere else in the world besides your country or state? The term "Small world" only seems appropriate if, while at a Waffle House in Butte, Montana, you run into that slovakian refugee that you once met on a mission trip across the globe.

I'll use the term "small Aycock historical district". Cause that's where I met Dr. Wharton today. He was jogging and I was taking the trash out of my fiance's apartment. He stopped and asked if I was Rusty. I replied that I was. He said he enjoyed my blog, and I said I enjoy his (which I do, very much. Check it out here). He said I should post more, which inspired me to lay this one on you. Here it is.

It was nice meeting you, Dr. Wharton.