It Really Is A Small World After All

This past week, while on our Vegas vacation, I was playing blackjack at Paris. The man sitting next to me was wearing a University of Louisville polo shirt. I asked him if he was from there. He said that he was and I told him that I was just there for the weekend visiting the in-laws. He asked if I was related to Mrs. Zwicker's uncle. I said that I was actually Mrs. Zwicker's father's son-in-law. He then offered his hand to shake and told me that we were cousins. His wife and my father-in-law are first cousins and they were even at our dairy wedding. It's not as cool as Noah Daddy's Bob Evans story, but it was pretty funny nonetheless.