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Monday, December 24, 2001 JFK / LAXi arrived at jfk two hours before my scheduled 4pm flight. the american airlines counter agent asked me if i'd like to catch the 3pm flight, rather than the 4pm. i said "sure". as i boarded the plane, i recognized a man who i haven't seen in over 26 years. his name is marcus allen , and we were in the same classrooms at horton elementary school from grades 1 thru 6. the students at horton were divided into 2 groups, based on the first letter of there last name, and he and i were always in the same group. later we would attend the same junior high school. marcus and i were not friends, but our mothers were. he was a jock who would tease me about being a sissy, but not in a cruel or mean spirited way, more in a joking with a sense of humor way. on the plane we chatted briefly about mutual friends, past and present, and about having followed each others careers. it felt awkward because of what wasn't said. here we were these two brown skinned kids from the same neighborhood in nowheresville, who separately became very successful and famous. i wanted to ask him if he knew back then that he would be a star. i sure knew back then that i would be. he was wearing a blue suit and tie, and i was wearing one of two black sweat suits i packed for the whole two week trip. i wanted to tell him that i usually wear gucci and prada suits, but i was just returning from a cross country blah blah blah. (oh dear lord, when does the approval thing end.) we both said our merry christmas' and "hi to your family" and that was it. the whole thing made me think "wow, it's kinda genius that if you live long enough you'll have this history of experiences to draw from".... whatever! | Permalink 2009 RuCo, Inc.—All Rights Reserved |
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