Only in the Digitalized 21st Century

       I finally sent an email politely requesting to be removed from the mailing list of a certain woman regarding her yoga classes.  Neither Connie nor I  recognized her name and had been receiving a number of messages.

       We got an embarrassed reply from a former pottery student of Connie's, now presumably married with a different last name, and living in Tasmania, Australia.  She had confused two "Connies" in her email address book and had no idea we were receiving her yoga announcements.

       All has to be well in both Australia and the U.S., however, when the former student ends her message, "But please send Connie my best wishes.   She was by far the best and most inspiring pottery teacher I've ever had."  Nice.

       Come to think of it, we don't take yoga, but it would have been some trip to get to one of those classes.