DFOB (dear college friend of blogger) and I were talking not long ago and discovered that our family members know each other without relying on our 30-year connection.

Here is how it works:

SOB (sister of blogger) treated DFOB’s brother (BODFOB) when he was hospitalized a few years ago.  I went to visit with the parents at the hospital while DFOB was flying in from California and SOB walked into the room.  Crazy, huh?

It also turns out that DFOB’s cousin trained SOB early in her medical career.

BODFOB’s girlfriend is someone with whom SOB and I both went to high school; her mother was our English teacher (the latter is the reason that this sentence has a semi-colon and is grammatically correct even though it doesn’t flow so well).

But wait, there is more:  POB (partner of the blogger) worked with the girlfriend on her book years ago (POB is in the publishing industry).

So, who needs Kevin Bacon any more?  Ok, maybe if I want to be connected to Barbra Streisand or Alec Baldwin, I need Kevin Bacon.  But G-d help me if I care about making those connections.