When I got onto this elevator, turned around, and some really old geezer stepped on right behind me. He looks awfully darned familiar. He squints at me for several seconds, then says, "Don? Don Firth?"

"Uh, yes?" I say quizzically, trying to place him. Some friend of my father's?

Then he says, "It's me, Dave Johanson."

Then it sinks in. We went to high school together.

Don Firth