Soupeater, we hardly know Ye

I am sitting at a dinner that I am somewhat obligated to attend through work. The way they conduct the program is, after a blowout shmorg, they serve a fish course on the table, then do the entire program, mostly by video, followed by glad handling and the main course, then you go home.

I tell you all this so you can understand how I have so much time to write this.

Now, I go to this dinner every year, so what, you might ask, is so special this year? And what's with the wacky title of this post??

I'll tell you.

I met a wife of a co-worker of Soupeater. She asked me if I saw his picture. I, of course, responded "what picture?". But before she could respond, another old friend of Soupeater asked me if I had seen the picture. Once again, same response from me.

Knowing the Soupy scribe as I do, I was sure he wasn't in the limelight as guest of honor. Not because he hadn't told me, that would not be out of character, but rather because being in the limelight would be out of character.

It turns out that he is part of the 50th year graduating class! Now, I knew that he attended the hallowed halls of the institution, had heard some stories about Brooklyn and the train rides there, but I never put it together in my mind that the school that is the focal point of my boss' efforts is the famous Soupeater's alma mater!

Just goes to show you how small the world is, and how little we really know about the people we (think) we know and love.

Well the lights are up now, so I gotta go be seen by my boss so I can go home.