CLASS OF 1979
Bridgewater-Raritan East High SchoolClass of 1979
Monmouth UniversityClass of 1983
West long branch, NJ
Kean UniversityClass of 1983
Gill St. Bernard's High SchoolClass of 1979
I have this uncanny knack for running into people from my past. It borders on the bizarre and happens with staggering frequency. Yesterday morning I got on the 1/9 subway at Times Square to head downtown to my office. It's the same drill most days. Squeeze into the train...have a glance around the car to get a feel for the environment and try and enjoy the 10 minute ride to the West Village. I dig people-watching and NYC is the place to do it. If Audubon had a top-ten list for this sort of thing, Manhattan would undoubtedly be on it. Rarely do you see the same face, more than once and all seem to be unique and interesting. So...there I am having a look around when all of a sudden I notice a woman sitting, almost directly across from me. She's striking. Slightly sunned skin, physically fit, comfortably dressed and sporting a set of crystal blue eyes that radiated like jewels. I exaggerate, not in the least. But wait...I know this woman! After a few seconds (that seemed like longer for some reason) I deduct that it's none other than Holly Greif! We smile at each other for a brief moment while our eyes meet, brains engage...an...Expand for more
d we realize that this strange familiarity-vibe is well-based. This is the 3rd time in the 20 years I've been in NYC that I've stumbled upon Holly. Trains typically have 15 or so cars. Why did I enter this particular car? If I had stepped into another, it would have rolled on to Houston and Varick and I would have never seen or even had the slightest idea that in the very next car, an old, dear friend would be sitting. First, I get a huge, quality hug. Then, I ask her who she's heard from lately. She tells me that she's had contact with Linda Cappello. I tell her that I've recently emailed with Linda too. Also that I saw Vinnie Sisser and his lovely wife Debbie, down the shore the weekend before. The train pulls into the 14th Street station, which turns out to be Holly's stop. Every day, I wish the train to get me where I'm going faster, but today, the trip was far too quick. We exchange business cards and hugs and she exits the train...gone as quickly as she appeared, moments earlier. It made my day. My week actually. Thanks, Holl! I don't know why I get the biggest charge out of these chance meetings, but I really do.
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