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Mar. 21st, 2006 09:08 pmThe air is nice. It's spring.
Today I found myself in line at a Wendy's behind Kurt Preinsperg, one of the (stranger) philosophy professors at Langara. I suspected that he was himself as I listened to him order; when he turned around, I confirmed it, and so (seeing an answering recognition in his face) I smiled and raised my hand in greeting.
"Hi, how are you?" he said, and turned and walked away very quickly.
Today I found myself in line at a Wendy's behind Kurt Preinsperg, one of the (stranger) philosophy professors at Langara. I suspected that he was himself as I listened to him order; when he turned around, I confirmed it, and so (seeing an answering recognition in his face) I smiled and raised my hand in greeting.
"Hi, how are you?" he said, and turned and walked away very quickly.
