I was on the island of Crete, between the Greek mainland and the north coast of Africa, about a month ago. Sitting at a restaurant near the Morosini Fountain, I struck up a conversation with the couple sitting at the next table. They were from the East Coast city where I went to college and had gone to the same college the same years I was there. "Maybe you remember me," I said. "I wrote a column for the News-Sentinel." Amazingly, they did remember the column. It's so strange to think that when you put words on paper, (it was paper in those days) the words sometimes take on a life of their own.
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