Six Degrees of Cauliflower
DonAkchin | Thursday, December 22nd, 2011 | No Comments »
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My wife and I recently joined a CSA. (Note to Dixie kin: Don’t get excited – it stands for Community Supported Agriculture.) We were expecting our first delivery this week, and were surprised when we didn’t see it last night.
Our address is 221. It’s a large co-op apartment building. Little did we know that our shipment had been dropped off by mistake at 211.
Timothy, who lives at 211, was stepping outside to take out the trash when he saw a strange parcel near his garbage cans. He inspected it and found vegetables inside. Puzzled, he photographed it and loaded the picture on Facebook, with a message along the lines of, “What is this city coming to, now people are randomly dumping root vegetables.”
A Facebook friend of Timothy, who until recently worked for my wife, looked at the photo, noticed that our name was on the label, and wrote back something along the lines of, “I think I know who belongs to those veggies.” Then she sent a text to my wife, with contact information.
Then my wife sent me across the street, so I could collect the parcel and introduce myself to a man who has been my neighbor for the past five years. All thanks to social media, and to the wondrous workings of the world’s largest small town, Smalltimore.
