I will notice something striking about a person and it will make a deep impression on me. I don’t know what that means.
Years ago, in the period 2003 to 2007, there was a recent med school graduate who lived in my apartment building. He was a captain in the army and doing a residency in obstetrics and gynecology at Walter Reed. One day in the summer I was walking up Connecticut Avenue near my building and I saw him walking in the opposite direction, apparently on his way home from work. He was wearing scrubs. He had a deeply pained expression on his face. He looked seriously stressed. I had the impression he was struggling with a bad day. I thought, “There’s a doctor who takes his work seriously.” That made an impression on me. I never forgot that.
I think in December I will send him my book as a Christmas gift. He probably thinks I’m stalking him. I wonder what he’ll think of my previous doctor dreaming about me?
In high school — in the tenth grade — we had a civil defense drill. That was in the 1968-1969 school year during the cold war. The students had to sit in the hallways as practice for a nuclear attack. There was one student who refused to participate. He thought it was ridiculous. As if sitting in a building corridor will protect people from an atom bomb! Apparently, he had a sense of how ridiculous people are. He was the only student who had that reaction, as far as I knew. That made an impression on me. Never forgot that.