Welcome to: Maspeth

Yesterday, as Anna, Jake and I were walking to our car from the pizza restaurant, a little girl, no older than Jakob called out to him from across the street. She was holding her mother's hand and waving to him frantically, very happy to see and recognise him on the street.

Well, Jake didn't recognise her enough to know her name, let alone respond to her, and Anna and I wondered out loud, "Who's that, Jake?" He didn't respond to us and we kept on walking.

Then, from behind us, a complete stranger said, "That's Ashley." Anna and I looked at each other as it simultaneously dawned on us how freakishly small our neighbourhood is.