“It’s a small world. And the older I get, the smaller it gets.”— Attributed to my long-time friend and sage, Oscar Elliott. 1947 — 2016 “Think we’ll see someone we know?” A traveling friend always asks when we venture out of town.“Naw,” I always say.“Bet you a dollar,” my friend always challenges me.My record is zero for however many dollars I’ve wagered. I always lose.The odds of crossing paths with someone you know, that small-world coincidence, came up at coffee last week.“That’s uncanny,” one of the coffee-drinking cohorts remarked. We had already worn out the big natural gas outage in Center ...