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.
uh, oh... now the paperboy is going to find you... "I want my 2 dollars!"
heh, maybe they just threw your class list against a search engine, just to see what comes back...
You write a blog for a pretty well known magazine and you're shocked that people know who you are?
I'm missing something here.
It's not paranoia if they are actually following you.
Actually, I'm convinced we could fix most of what's wrong with our intelligence agencies if we simply replaced them with an Alumni Association. Not only would they track persons of interest more efficiently than a constipated bloodhound, the could get at least half of the work done with enthusiastic volunteers.