We stood on the corner of Queen Street West and Ossington Avenue in Toronto’s bohemian West Queen West neighborhood looking for someone we’d never met. Through several traded voice mails and texts, Janet had managed to arrange to meet Megan, her (and Gail’s) third cousin, once removed. (For all of you non genealogists, that means one generation off). After several minutes of peering at passers-by, she came striding up and introduced herself. Soon joined by her husband, Michael, we walked up Ossington to a neighborhood pizzeria where we got acquainted over pizza and beer.