The other day I was pleased as punch to finally introduce Byron Number One to Byron Number Two. We had an excellent dinner and chat before they indulged my newest passion: the egg circus vending machine at Uwajimaya!
Later that night I met a guy named BP who looks just like my cousins, and discovered that his brother used to work for my grandfather. We had a fascinating conversation about the relative merits of the gun range in Silverdale, the unsolved murders we remember from childhood, and other points of hometown trivia. I was relieved that we were too far apart in age to actually have known each other.
Then later in the evening he introduced me to someone else, who proceeded to reel off a list of everyone I ever knew in the eighties.
Oh, except those I dated; but that might be attributed to the fact that we were friends in elementary school.
I swiftly redirected the conversation to roller rinks.