Some of us, I suspect, may have gone a bit feral.
A few weeks ago I was out for a wander and ran into a familiar face near Cal Anderson Park — a good friend with whom I’d traveled Europe a few years ago, who’s been to my home, who sat on a blanket next to me when they showed Sister Act on a big screen in the park. Like nearly everyone from my pre-pandemic life, I hadn’t seen him in a long time; and for just a moment I was terrified that I’d forgotten his name, and then relieved when it came back to me.
Standing with him
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