Received an email from one of my oldest friends here:
A woman who is a good friend and classmate of mine from my undergrad days at Cornell ran into me on Saturday at the Farmer's Market. She said she was at New Park for that Burn's Sisters event and saw me there with my arm around some twenty-something babe, and her thought was how lucky men are because they don't get old like women do. I was frankly baffled over who she could have seen me with, tried to remember if any of my friend's daughters were there, but I just realized that the twenty-something babe was you.
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