Scene: I go to the bar at the Hilton, to meet up with Aaron Hamburger and get a drink. There’s one chair. I sit down. We’re surrounded by 7500 writers on several floors, in New York for the Associated Writing Programs Conference. In the seat next to me, I recognize a woman from grad school.
Former Classmate From Iowa: Hey!
FCFI: How are you? [Embargoed Short Exchange Of Biographies To Protect Her Identity].
Me: Yes. They’re great.
FCFI: You know, you’re a lot friendlier than you used to be, back at school.
Me: I am?
FCFI: You don’t remember how you used to be?
Me: No. I’m having Mean Amnesia.
FCFI: I won’t remind you then.
[Author’s note: Too late!]