It was one of those typical nights in the neighborhood. Blogging at the bar at Iron Chef, Michael Simon’s Tremont jewel, Lolita. In spite of thriving urban neighborhood sharing regional snow paralysis today, happy hour hums.
Unexpectedly, dropping in is a kid I watched grow up next door as his mother and I were pioneers in the transformation of a sister neighborhood here in Cleveland. I discover how he and his wife have purchased and shared two adjacent yards in that neighborhood so people can do community gardening.
Midway in our serendipitous connection, I practice my customary introductions to the two guys next to us, neither of whom we know. The next 30 minutes are alive with connecting network dots of 1 and 2 connections, mostly around urban farming and teaching. Between the five of us, three are engaged in urban farming, two in teaching bioethics, one teaching philosophy and roasting coffee. Everyone living the entrepreneurial spirit dedicated to a world rich in sustainability and consciousness.
I would wax on if this was unusual. But it isn’t when a community thrives on diverse connections. How do we spread this?
