From Portland to Purdue

So here I randomly enter a coffee shop on the streets of Portland to try my hand at completing some impatient tasks on my list...and then
...all of the sudden the distance between Portland and Dad becomes minute. As I order my designer caffeine, I inquire how the barista enjoys Portland and how long she has been living here. As we enter a dialogue, the home state of good ol' Indiana joins the conversation. Her eyes light up--"Indiana, I have cousins in Indiana." As the world turns, she mentions an uncle who is a professor there. Her response to "where" is none other than Purdue. (retired prof) I chime in that pops is a prof there too. We exchange 'of what's' and again the eyes light up as I say stat (not a normal reaction in my experience). "I love statistics," she replies. Turns out she is in school and I share that maybe she uses his book--well certainly there we are--the blue McCabe book-she LOVES that book. (and likes that it is very pretty) She said they had a couple of class experiences dedicated to discussing the book. Apparently it is a hit in Portland. I told her she could give me the feedback and I would get it to the right man. She said the only thing she would revise is to have the examples lead you in a little more step by step rather than dive in--that they are a little tough.
O how a large world becomes small.
Cheers dad! Way to go rock star stat guru--