Near the end of our visit, I was looking at a man when something clicked in my head and I realized that I was looking at an old high school friend I hadn't seen since 1996. It was kind of odd because when I think about him, I see the high school kid. I'd seen him with a beard (I think he grew one for a production of "The Crucible.") but the one he had now was fuller and lighter. I said his name and he turned and I introduced myself; it took him a second to recognize me, I think (I've always had longish hair, but my beard may have been new to him, and I'm definitely much grayer than I was even ten years ago).
His wife--they got married in 1984, I think--was shopping near-by, and we all started talking about other high-school friends, and how they've demolished the old high school and what people were doing. M is still a grass seed farmer, but he's expanded to squash; T doesn't play the violin as much as she used to, but her daughter performs harp at the U of O.
At one point, T commented that I had the same mannerisms that I did in school. I'll take that as a compliment. I introduced them to Mark and Arthur, and then it was time to leave the Fall Festival.
Project: OTP "Property" Challenge. Polishing. It's mostly done. I should print out a paper copy for stupid typos and trim back mercilessly.
Weight-training (Monday): 120 calories in 10 minutes. I got out of work late (first day of classes), and so I had to cut a few corners clinking weights.