“Allan, you kyan remember dis face?” “Tell me who speaking to you.” “Mr. Fenty you remember me?” “Let me take off the cap. Recognize me now, sir?” “You getting ole Allan, ah bet you doan know who talking to yuh.”
The above questions and comments are a sampling of what flew at me as I encountered dozens of old school mates, friends, relative, students and colleagues in New York City recently.
