It happens all the time in West Virginia.
Today at work I needed to get estimates for sidewalk replacements . I called the recommended contractor, and we rode together to the site. On the way one of the men mentioned that he'd known our maintenance man for years. A few more questions, and I knew that these guys probably were raised up with my husband. Sure enough, when I came home and asked, my husband knew their father, aunt, and other relations.
Two days ago I mentioned to my oldest son that a colleague in Charleston, where I work, had a niece who taught school in his community. And of course, it turned out that she was his son's teacher this year. Half a state away, the connections hold strong.
In West Virginia, the "six degrees of separation" rule doesn't hold true. It's more like two degrees, and sometimes closer than that.
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