My fifteen minutes of fame

I just got a call from my high school asking me to provide a few sentences on my Riverdale experience for the glossy book they give the parents of prospective students. For various reasons, I haven't been to a reunion since my five-year, and as far as I know have not told anyone in the alumni organization what I am doing. Nonetheless, the headmaster apparently specifically mentioned me as someone to contact. On my cell phone.

It's nice to think that you're one of your school's success stories (though I think Henri Cauvin of the Times Washington Post, who was in my class, probably ranks higher on the famous scale). But it also feels eerily like being spied on.