At The Bakery Bar, getting some quiche and tomato soup to go, I heard the couple in front of me speaking what sounded like Italian.
“Are you from Italy?” I asked them.
The woman turned and said, “I am. I’m from Sardinia.” Then she said: “I remember you from the Sun-Sentinel.”
It had been a long time since I’d heard those words. And I was delighted, of course, not just that someone still remembered me but that I hadn’t aged unrecognizably since my sig photo was taken in the early aughts. Then it occurred to me that nobody else in Broward County wears these glasses.
