Erdos Had The Number First

It’s happened again. Someon from my past, a Train and a narrowly avoided contact.

Google reports Dan’s last employer at Spider Dance, but the Hoovers report is pay only, so I’m not going to buy that. But, I’m pretty sure it was him.

And what to do?

Here’s the thing, right, the last time I saw this guy was…like…1997 (doing the math for you, that’s been 7 years or 364 weeks or 84 months or (approx) 2555 days or 3679200 minutes or 20,752,000
seconds. The radio waves that were broadcast that year from
WDUB in Graville have travelled nearly 41,059,872,000,000 miles, which is past Alpha Centauri.) which a long time, in any calculation.

I also don’t remember if we parted on friendly terms. I doubt we did, really. I was kind of an ogre then and he, well, my memory of him is not complimentary either.

So why do I feel the need to try to talk to this guy? If I’m just trying to make ammends, then that’s one thing. I can live with that. But I’m not sure I am.

It’s only on spring days like this that I even feel this way at all. When the sun is shining and it feels like summer is almost here but I’ve forgotten all about the misery and heat that comes with it. I only remember June, and have forgotten August.

There is no us, there really probably never was. There was me and there was him. But perhaps it is the desire to make an us that pushes me to this moment. He got on at Argyle, so I’ll probably get another chance.