Not long ago, I was on Facebook trying to track down one of my best friends from grade school, and I thought I found him but couldn’t really tell from the picture.

So I sent him a message saying, “Is this the John Smith who grew up on Moss Ledge Road in Westport?”

And he wrote back:

Only if this is the Richard Bradley who, when one of our 7th grade teachers told our unruly class, “I’m driving this bus”, replied, “No you’re not, we’ve hijacked it. Take us to Cuba.”

I have no memory of this, but it does make me smile….

P.S. I pointed out to my friend, who went to Harvard, that when he stayed in my New Haven suite in the fall of 1983 for The Game, he vomited quite profusely in my bathroom sink, which never fully recovered. He, not surprisingly, had forgotten that.