It's the first Monday of the new year, a fine day in Carrboro. I am at the Harris Teeter, list in hand, confidently navigating my weekly shopping. I turn into the cereal aisle and notice a guy in running shorts contemplating the organics. I say to myself, "Omigosh, that's Greg!"
I am a piano teacher. Greg is one of my colleagues. Since moving here a year ago, I have heard Greg play. He's outstanding, has received numerous awards and performs internationally. I have a CD of his music.
While I do not know Greg personally, last summer I e-mailed him to firm up a date for a teachers' workshop he graciously agreed to give. I feel I should say something to him. What makes one feel at home anywhere is being recognized and spoken to, or conversely, seeing someone you know and having a friendly chat.
Read the rest here.
http://www.newsobserver.com/726/story/1366173.htmlSomehow, I have a feeling I would have had a different reaction.