On Friday afternoon as I was crossing the street to walk into my building, I noticed a vaguely familiar man approaching me. He was wearing a tan cotton twill hat pushed down haphazardly over a head of graying curls. The man was looking at the asphalt, not paying attention to anything in particular. When we intersected and I realized that it was indeed who I thought it was, I blurted out: "Sandy Frazier?"
"That's me," he replied.
And with that, we struck up a conversation about fishing said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. A writer and loyal reader talking about Wyoming and the Snake River on a hot summer afternoon in New York--that does not happen everyday.
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