Actually, I didn’t go to school with Dave Hyndman, but, it seems, almost everyone else on PEI did. I think I’ve met a half a dozen people who have identified themselves as being “good friends with Dave from way back” in the last couple of months. They seem universally surprised that, through some tricky manoeuver, I also know Dave (although not well, and obviously not “from way back.”); it’s as though I’ve somehow cracked a code that I’m not, technically, supposed to have been able to have cracked.
I’m honoured. I think.
It’s made me realize that the bedrock upon which much of Island society is built is people [who went to school \| are cousins \| used to work \| once met at a party in Stanchel] with each other. I’m not lamenting this: I see it as the primary economic development advantage of Prince Edward Island.
To paraphrase Stewart Brand, “we are a Borg; we might as well get good at it.”