After picking up the mail last night at our condo mailbox, I heard skateboard wheels approaching behind me so I moved over to the edge of the sidewalk.
That's when a boy's voice said, "Hey, didn't I meet you the other night? Do you remember me?"
I turned and looked through the darkness at the adolescent who had stopped behind me and I thought to myself, "Hmmmm... this kid does look sort of familiar, but I have no clue as to his name."
It was clearly a time for humility and I said, "Yes, I remember meeting you and your friend by the pool house but I have to say that I don't remember your name."
Geez, I wish I could remember every person's name after meeting them for a fleeting moment. It's so much nicer not having to ask again.
Brandon, an eighth-grader, was very gracious and politely asked my name again.
What followed was a delightful, 15-minute conversation on that darkened sidewalk between the pool house and the road.
