And then I go right on doing so without an answer. "Oh, one of those kind of people?". No, not really but I couldn't think of a better thing to say, and I thought about the time when I was twelve and met my eventual best friend for the rest of my youth as he approached a large group of we neighborhood kids, stuck his hand out, and said, "I'm Patrick." Clearly he was coached by his Dad and had never had to go try to make friends before!
So in honor of my friend those nearly forty years ago, RIP Pat, "Hello", extending hand, "I'm Dan".
So in honor of my friend those nearly forty years ago, RIP Pat, "Hello", extending hand, "I'm Dan".