So, for the last couple of days of haannngggging around the hoosegow, there’s been this stocky white-haired “old” guy also hanging around. Visiting a relative or whatever. I didn’t think much about it. There are a lot of folks around here hanging about, including me. I don’t generally seek conversation with patients or their relatives although I am friendly if they strike something up with me.

This morning I was sitting there freezing by the big windows and along came the “old” guy and this time he stopped to talk and started asking me a series of questions:

“Old” Guy: Do you work here?

KW: No.

OG: Where are you from?

KW: The Planet Ann Arbor but I grew up here.

OG: Oh, you grew up here, did you? What’s your name?

KW: [gave name (real name)]

OG: So you went to Siberia High?

KW: Yes.

OG: When did you graduate?

KW: [gave year back in the Jurassic Age]

OG: Oh, that’s when I graduated too.

He chattered on with more questions but that last bit stopped me in my tracks. Who what? Finally I managed to get a word in edgewise and ask, “Who *are* you???” His answer: JR. And no, not the JR from the old Dallas TV show. *This* JR happens to be the younger brother of my freshman/sophomore year high school boyfriend. Did I do a double-take! Whoaahhh! Hasn’t even changed much except for the white hair. Now. I did not know JR well at all in high school. BF and I did not hang around with JR ever. Actually, BF hung around with ME mostly when he felt like it. Yeah, that kind of boyfriend. Good person, bad boyfriend, and as an old song that used to play in the POC a lot says, “we were only freshmen”…

Anyway, my enduring memory of JR is of him walking around in the school cafeteria one day singing a little fast-food jingle, “When the hungries hit, when the hungries hit, hit the red barn.” It seems no one is safe from my annoyingly good memory but no, I didn’t reminisce with him about that.

What’s really odd is that he didn’t seem to connect me with his brother at all! At least he didn’t say anything about that. And neither did I. I much prefer to remain incognito in that respect. I don’t really ever think about that boyfriend any more and haven’t in about a billion years. JR prattled on about our upcoming reunion (he’s never been to one) and what was my job and what was I doing on my iPhone right then and was Doc Fin my dad, yada yada yada. I don’t remember him being such a social butterfly in high school. More like the typical Siberian Jurassic Age version of “my posse don’t do homework.”

I dunno who JR was visiting in the hoosegow and I didn’t ask. I hope it is not somebody that old BF also visits because I don’t really want to run into old BF at all. Of course, it’s possible I already have but we didn’t recognize each other. Just another day of hanging around at the hoosegow in my hometown…

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