I love the way the Jewish world works.
Here's a case in point.
Last Thursday, I went with a friend to the Philadelphia suburbs for the funeral of another friend's father.
On the ride down, he said, "Don't let me forget to ask R. about a place near her for pastries." Another friend, this one from the midwest, wanted to send sweets for shiva.
On the ride back he said, "Sh*t, I forgot to ask R. about the pastry place."
I happen to have a cousin who lives in R.'s town, so I sent her this Facebook message: "Q: where near you can someone order pastries and sweets for a shiva--to be delivered? Thanks."
Within an hour, I'd heard back from her: "Edible Arrangements in Manalapan. Kosher deli?"
The conversation continued: "Kosher deli would be better."
She offered three possibilities: "Fred and Murray's. Or Jerry and Harvey's. Or Lox Stock and Deli in Miltown (my choice)."
When I got home, I emailed the information, including website links, to the midwesterner.
Her reply? "The guy on the phone was incredulous that he would get a call from a Jew in Nebraska!"