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 Postcard from Sydney: 9/23/00
Saturday, September 23, 2000
A few days ago I rode a bus with a man from Nigeria. He later introduced me to a friend who works for a magazine called Tell, and we discovered that we know the same person.
Our sports department has several empty desks, so interns and visiting journalists tend to work there. For a few months last year, I sat three desks down from a woman who won a prestigious international fellowship -- Ibim Semenitari, a political journalist from, yep, Tell magazine.
Such coincidences never fail to amaze me, even though they are surprisingly common.
The volunteer monitoring my aisle at the archery venue is a basketball coach at Tunkhannock High School, which I covered seven years ago when I worked in Wilkes-Barre. My next-door neighbor in the media village first knew my name because I wrote a story about his children's swimming coach when I worked after college in Petersburg, Va.
Earlier this week, I wrote about the man who won a gold medal in track cycling -- Marty Nothstein, whom I first covered when he was a 15-year-old junior national champion and I was a college sophomore interning at the newspaper in Allentown, his hometown. The editor who assigned me that first story was here covering the big story, too.
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