Two degrees of separation
My wife and I were at a party talking with a friend. He was telling the story of his experience at the Spivey's Corner National Hollerin' Contest in 1979. It seems as if the guy he went with thought he was in line for the restroom when he was actually queued up for the Whistlin' Contest.
Yes, his friend wet his whistle and ended up being crowned national whistlin' champion.
As our friend was telling the story, he mentioned the guy's name. My wife said, what? He repeated it.
Wife: "He's a lawyer? In Raleigh?"
Friend: "He is a lawyer. He was getting his JD in Chapel Hill when I was getting my MBA. He was one of my best friends. But I don't know where he is now. We lost touch 10 or 15 years ago. I do think he grew up in Wake County, though."
Wife: "We know him. He's the father of one of our daughter's best friends. At Chapel Hill."
The next day, my wife called the guy:
Wife: "I have one question for you: Were you the Spivey's Corner Whistlin' Champion in 1979?"
Guy: "It's 'National Whistlin' Champion,' and yes, I was."
Small world...but not large enough when you hear this: