Cold Case Moments
I'm often surprised when people recognize me. Several years ago, I was walking downtown, passed a popular restaurant, and about a block and a half later, an exhausted old grade school friend tapped me on the shoulder. "Buns" had been having lunch with his wife and another couple, and in a slit second had recognized me as his old pal, Ferrerman. How did he do that? I hadn't seen him in a couple of decades. I probably had looked right at him in the window, but nothing registered on my end. Later I remembered that Buns and his same wife had seated themselves at the bar in the town I was working, years ago, and greeted me by my name, a trick often used by customers to fake familiarity because the house forced us to wear name tags. Had he not introduced himself, I never would have spotted him. It was a "Cold Case" moment, if you recall that show. Most recently, I was in a nearby store and saw one of my cousin's kids and his wife, a few feet behind me. I smi...