Old School

Dear Diary:

I was riding uptown on the Lexington Avenue line to Grand Central to catch the evening train home.

At Fulton Street, a man got on and sat down next to me. I recognized his face immediately. We were both reading The Post and he kept glancing at me sideways. He clearly recognized me too, but he couldn’t figure out how or why.

I decided to keep mum, and he kept sneaking glances my way.

He got off at 33rd Street. As the doors were closing, I said loud enough for him to hear, “Notre Dame. Phys Ed. Freshman year!"

As the train headed north, he pointed a finger toward me. He had a huge grin on his face.

— Tim Cormany