I could have just sworn the man in front of me at the bagel place — across the street from my apartment, where I stopped this morning on the way to work — was Unitarian Universalist Association president Bill Sinkford. But isn’t he in Africa? Or Boston?
Almost home, just a few minutes ago, I spotted him again, in the lobby the hotel next door (and across from the bagel shop). It is him, I thought.
Ah, he’s in town for a World AIDS Day Service.
You were right behind him in line? I’m a bit disappointed he didn’t recognize you.