I was only at Springbrook for senior year. I was going through a hard time in my personal life and remained pretty isolated. I got to know only a few people, and didn’t really have the full senior experience, but it was okay. No senior photo in the yearbook. In late 1983, a man from the class that I didn’t know looked me up at my job at the RFPB (he will know), and we had coffee in the the Pentagon cafeteria. I was around 7 months pregnant at the time. It was so very odd, and the memory lacks detail. Unfortunately I can’t recall his name and this bothers me. So mystery man, if you see this message and remember me, please reveal yourself. I’d like to talk to you.