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I have friend who I refer to as “my hyper-connected friend from New York.” To avoid confusion of initials, I’ll call her H (for Hyper-connected, I guess). H knows everyone, as was demonstrated today. She was in Manhattan Beach, trying to get to UCLA. As she was sitting at the bus stop, a car pulled up and the driver said, “H, is that you?”

Three thousand miles from home, and she runs into someone she knows, who was driving in the same direction and gave her a ride to her destination. Now that’s networking.


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