That song from the "Pepsi" pavillion at the 1964 World's Fair

Yesterday we placed our oldest offspring on a plane at Dulles Airport. When we got home I used some web site to follow the progress of the flight to Frankfurt. This morning I did the same to follow the progress of her second flight to Accra, Ghana. Yes, Ghana. As in Africa!

This afternoon, about 24 hours after we parted ways, she called on somebody's cell phone from the city (?) of Hohoe, where she'll spend the next six weeks doing volunteer work. She called! We heard her voice! The weather's hot and muggy, her butt is sore from the lousy seats on the plane, but OTW she's fine.

Wow...

It really is a small world after all...

Now I can't get that silly ditty out of my head.