At my fifty-year reunion, I expected trouble recognizing my classmates.
I didn’t expect trouble recognizing the person they remembered as me.
The names hadn’t aged a bit. The faces — and my own story — took some work.
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Where Everybody Knows Your Name
The names were familiar. So were the feelings. The faces took some work.