Six degrees

I am an ordinary woman who loves vicarious vacations. Meaning I enjoy hanging on the memories of friends and family who go places and know people I never would on my own.

It requires a symbiotic relationship where one person enjoys re-membering their good times, or stories, as vividly as possible so I can grab onto their coattails and follow along.

There is an art to living this way.

It means I become so immersed in their words that I can go back two hundred years and time travel through the stories of pirates, and Prussian soldiers, Union soldiers and presidents, Dough boys and Native Americans, musicians and even students of famous musicians.

Just knowing someone who knew someone becomes exciting, because only the highlights make it that far into the future. Very few people wax on about dusting furniture in 1801.

It is the 3D version of six degrees of separation.