Queensboro Bridge

On my way from Niketown to the Queensboro Bridge this morning.  I was standing on a corner with a group of runners.  Some guy who looked like he was in his late 20s reached for my hand and says, "Hey, I think you were my teacher."  I immediately recognized him but could not recall his name.  I'm guessing it had to be over 10 years since the last time I saw him.  It may have even been as many as 17 years.  I always feel bad when I can't remember a former student's name.

Incidentally, I ran across the bridge FOUR times.