At an open mike tonight, the face of one of the performers looked really familiar. When he was done his set, I asked if he was related to the family of the same name that used to live on 65th St.
He said yes, and mentioned his uncles’ names. “I went to school with your Uncle Joe,” I said. (In Phillyspeak, that means eighth grade.)
My friend turned to me and said, “You know, we really do live in a small town.” Yes, I think spotting someone’s family resemblance after 40-something years would support that theory.
