The other night I went to see the lovely Mieka Pauley play a set at the famous Knitting Factory in the Village. Bought her CD, too. (The best song, "Fate Day By Day," is playing on my computer as I write this). The best part of the evening was when I introduced myself to Mieka before the set. As soon as I said hello, she said, "Oh, that's right, we had a Latin class together." I have no memory of this whatsoever. Which may not seem all that odd, but think about it. Latin classes are rather small. And if you know me and you know Mieka, the thought that she would remember me and I wouldn't remember her seems rather...implausible. Oh well. Now at least I can credibly say "I knew Mieka back when...."