Imagine this: standing in line for an airport terminal transfer bus in a strange city, hundreds of miles from home, when someone calls your name. You turn around, and standing directly behind you is not only another Steemian, but the Steemian working on the project you plan to show everyone at Steemfest. Gaaah! If this world gets any smaller....
Rick Miller () and I are on the same flight to Kraków, assigned seats just a row apart. What are the chances? Well, we are going to the same place, but still. My mind is blown. Poof go the brain cells. Steemfest, here we come!
(Sorry I can’t add my usual footers. Posting on muh phone in Terminal 5, Chicago O’Hare.)