As I meandered past Powdermaker Hall, I caught him sitting neatly with a gaze that wandered past his field of vision.
“What was the saddest moment of your life?”
“When my grandfather died. I couldn’t see him, because I was in a different state in China. Only when he died could I go back.”
I wonder how long he has been waiting for someone to ask him. That is the beauty of this column.