Font

I am a font of information. Perhaps I should have tried to become a reference desk librarian.

Today, random person called my office by mistake, and ended up asking if I might know where she could find a tutor for her child. By the end of the phone call I'd hooked her up with the local boys and girls club.

Years ago, the child of a good friend became something of a mentee of mine. I spoiled her as a child and assisted her with some sound academic and career advice. (Keep that econ. text book . . . you might have insomnia someday.) And, then, in the midst of her pursuit of higher education, the kid totally forgot I existed. Even to the point of passing up a totally inappropriate but cool gift for her college graduation. Then, today, out of the blue, she pops up on my computer screen and wants to know where she might rent a jet ski for the weekend.

Frankly, that just might be the most random request made of me in a while . . . being that I don't live at the coast or near any open bodies of water . . . and I've never been on a jet ski in my life.

It is comforting to know I have answers for other people . . . even if I don't have my own answers.

Oh, and Lorider . . . if using premade stuff is the difference between sharing a meal with those you love and not . . . always go for it. The memories will be of the people and laughs, not if you roasted the peppers yourself.