Don't Pass Me By

I waved to somebody I didn't know again the other day-- I sometimes do that because I think I know the person, but it turns out I don't. Every once in a while I will call someone's name on the street or somewhere and it isn't who I thought it was when he or she turns around. Oops. Oh, well.Apparently someone has a car very much like my sister's and also looks like my sister-- the other day I beeped and waved madly as we drove past each other. Well, it wasn't my sibling, but at least the lady returned the greeting. You know you live in a friendly place when you can wave to strangers and they wave back. It's a nice feeling. - by Victoria Stanish, Editor, The Daily Press