I had a gentleman stop me this evening.

I stopped by the grocery to pick my prescription up.  I always park at the top of the lot, since it is down hill and I skip where the cart corrals could fail.  It matters not whether I am in Hubs' Barbie car (the Yaris) or in my RAV.  Since Hubs needed my truck for wood haul today (we don't have 4 or 5 projects going at once right now,) so I was driving his car.  A gentleman peeped the horn (not obnoxiously so,) pulled on up and was asking if I liked my car.  We got to talking and I knew that I knew him for some reason.  I finally looked at him and said, "Okay, I know you from somewhere.  What is your name?"

"I live over on Graham."

"No, that isn't it."

"I used to teach."

"In T--!  Mr. McG!  I used to be an assistant in your class.  I'm Amy."

"Amy W!"  (My prior-to-adoption name.)

"Well, I was adopted by my step father later on in high school, so I had a legal name change when I was 15.  When I married, I was in art school and hadn't had my change of name for a long time, so I kept it."

We chatted for about a half hour.  It was wonderful to see him.  Since he was my teacher and the teacher I helped, he went completely deaf.  He has cochlear implants and loves them.  He was one of very few teachers in high school that I actually liked.  He wrote my college recommendation letter for me and a letter of recommendation for a scholarship (which I received.)  It has been 25 years since I was his student.  I loved him.  He was a great teacher.

What a wonderful happening in my day!  It still has me smiling!