After my talk Saturday on "Atmospherics: Conveying Place Through Scene and Character," a man walked up to me wearing a nametag that read: "David Swick."
It's not often you run into a Swick, even when you are one. We had actually e-mailed a year or so ago - he in Canada, me in Florida - but never met. I had no idea he was coming to the conference. We spoke briefly and, as he was leaving, he handed me his business card. As you do in such situations, I gave him mine and put his in my pocket.
About an hour later I ran into my friend Lyn, pulled out the card, and said: "Look what I got." She took a close look at it and burst out laughing. "That's hilarious," she said.
Unusual, I thought, but hilarious? Then I read the small print beneath the name and e-mail address: "Some Canadian guy I met at a conference."
I felt proud to be a Swick.
