During the break, a fellow sitting next to me at the table suddenly said, “Oh, I read your blog, and I just realized you’re the guy who writes it.” He wasn’t sure how he had found it. He asked many probing questions about my experience as a blogger. I’m gobsmacked. How rich are these connections! The blogosphere is a serendipity laboratory; we craft the occasions for a-ha and oh-it’s-you. To arrive where we began, and know it for the first time.

Uncanny. And I know that reading my blog means reading through me all the stuff I’m reading and learning from constantly. Sometimes I think I should be paying tuition. Or perhaps I’ve found the deepest meaning of “professional courtesy.”

Professional courtesy. A phrase to mull over.