sometimes walking around is such a trip... lots of stores are gone, but i keep on running into people that i'd forgot existed. like today, i went to berkeley tennis to get myself a demo racket, and the same guy was running the place. sure, duh, it's not like EVERYONE up and moves every 3 years, but i feel like it's a ban-gah-un reunion of sorts. except the light of recognition is only in my face, not theirs.
