John was impressed that I remembered his name. "I can't remember yours," he laughed. No big thing. I wanted to know immediately, had he found his wallet? The last I saw John, he had spent some time at Street Books talking to filmaker, Travis Shields. He spent quite a bit of time at the book cart in general that day. He had indeed found it, in the most likely of places: his bag. We had a good laugh and then, while we were completing out library transaction, I realized I couldn't find my notebook. We both had an even bigger laugh together when I discovered it resting on top of the bike seat directly in front of me.
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