Every Sunday, when it isn't pouring down rain, a group of swing dancers goes to Golden Gate Park and sets up an informal dance & lesson near the DeYoung Museum. An old friend of mine from high school is a swing dancer (and science teacher) out here in San Francisco. The other weekend, Martin and I were walking through the park, and we stumbled upon the swing dance. And there was Ben. We talked about how strange it is that we're a year away from our 10 year high school reunion. We talked about bad TV shows where I keep unexpectedly seeing another person from high school. And, of course, we danced.