six degrees

so as i was galloping down the stairs at the harvard square t station last night, i almost flattened a girl. i put a hand on her arm to apologize, and she turned - long dark hair streaked with raspberry, olive skin, black plastic eyeglasses, requisite earth-tone hued jacket. i looked at her curiously - maybe she'd gone to notre dame? i certainly recognized her.

"i'm sorry - are you okay?" i asked.

"yeah, i'm fine, don't worry about." she smiled.

we parted ways - she went back toward boston, i hopped the braintree train, and it dawned on me - jill carroll, the christian science monitor reporter who'd been kidnapped in iraq. huh.

interestingly, when the news of her kidnapping broke, i'd looked up carroll on our media database at work, but CSM had removed her, probably to prevent an influx of email. now she's back, reporting for the monitor and studying at - you guessed it - harvard. go figure.