I remember Roger Martin, whose mother liked to play the piano (which seemed unbearably elegant to me as a young teenager), who invited me to his birthday where we ate at Pizza Hut’s all-you-can-eat buffet and played a Sonic Olympics game back at his home, and who made fun of the way I liked, at the time, to brush back my hair with my hand.

-14 November 2016

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