You know those things that enter your consciousness, seemingly randomly, and then keep cropping their head up in ever-more spookily cooncidental (or not?) ways? Che is one of these for me. Last Saturday night, in Austin, I met a strange and intriguing creature, named Che. My sister and I met her and her friend, Chris, rather randomly (?) at Casino el Camino and had a couple drinks and nice conversation and learned that they are moving to San Francisco this week. End of story (unless she does actually email me when she gets to town). Or so I thought. Then, on my plane ride home the next day, as I was drifting in and out of sleep, trying to ignore the people chatting across the aisle behind me, I hear them mention making friends (on a plane), which brings Che to mind, because the idea of making friends in a bar came up during our conversation. Then I hear them (the people on the plane behind me) mention someone named Che. Did I hear that right? Next, the other of them says they have a cousin named Che. This is why I think, perhaps, I may have been dreaming this airplane conversation, though I really didn't think I was at the time: *I* have cousins with the last name of Shea (pronounced the same) -- which I mentioned to Che the other night. And now, Heather (with a post she starts with "It's all about Che.") is talking about Che Guevara, who Che, from Austin, is named after, and who I had never even been conscious of until the other night, talking to Che.