I met someone in the lobby today who stropped and recognized me from computer camp. In 1981. I look hellishly different than I did in 1981, and sadly, I didn’t know him at all, even when he told me his name. I had to totally believe him because he remembered me in the right setting, right summer, and right high school even down to the 3D cube program I did on the Atari 800. He was a year or two older than I was, and how I was the second youngest student they had ever had (I was coming out of 6th grade, most of the kids were in high school). He even remembered how mean my dad was to me. Man, dude, I am so sorry I didn’t remember you.