Flashes of Panic

I should mention that I have started posting entries on another weblog. It’s a group weblog (though so far I am the second of only two authors) focused on news and discussion relating to the local college (sometimes referred to here as “The College,”) which also happens to have been my college.

As such, I doubt it will be of interest to (m)any beyond the two or three of you here who also attended The College. (If you’re one of those, and aren’t linked on the left, I’d be interested in knowing that you’re here, incidentally.)

In a related note, on Monday I was sailing down a moving walkway in O’Hare Airport, heading for a plane that was already boarding, when the person going the other direction said my name. I was a bit startled, and looked around. Sure enough, a face I recognized. I must have looked puzzled, because while I recognized the face, I couldn’t place his name. Sharp-dressed young businessman, a class year behind me, took Russian with me, played soccer. He remembered my name, and my face, but going opposite directions all we got to share was the mutual recognition.

It’s been almost nine years since we could have seen each other. I’m impressed that he recognized and remembered me.

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