The next day, I took Anna to Cincinnati to look at my alma mater, and finding the program much shorter than we anticipated, I called my mom and her husband for lunch. They suggested the Panera Bread near some errands they needed to run. And there, in that Panera bread, in that place at that time, sat that man. The one that I had read about the day before but hadn't talked to or even though about in 23 years. Is that weird or what?
He looked over at me and I could tell he recognized me somewhat, but seemed puzzled. That "don't I know her from somewhere?" look. Obviously in a business meeting with another man, I minded my own business. Otherwise, I thought it would be amusing to walk over and say, "Hey, Mike, congratulations on getting your name into the Wall Street Journal."