Two Decades and Many Pounds Ago

Had lunch yesterday with Andrew at a familiar spot, Pasta Bene, hidden in an alleyway off of Kearny in the Financial District. It seems as though every time we meet, he gets progressively thinner. He is apparently down to 150 pounds, and at his height, that's rail thin. The last time I weighed 150 pounds, Reagan was President, Iran-Contra was in the news, Black Monday had yet to hit Wall Street, Korea was finalizing preparations to host the Olympics, and I was hitting tennis balls on a court in suburban Dallas listening to the latest Men at Work cassette tape on my cutting-edge, brick-sized Sony Walkman.