Leaky Faucets

I think I may have seen one of my former colleagues in the Forest Hills subway station yesterday.  I was entering and he was exiting.  As I walked past I thought: “wow, that looks like Scott Flynn.”  I glanced back after we passed each other as did he.  But neither of us stopped.  I’m not sure if it was him.  I didn’t get a good enough look and my eyes are pretty bad.  I know he used to live in the Bronx so it would be weird if he lived in Queens now.  On the other hand, I remember his girlfriend at the time lived in Queens.  But that was eight years ago, and they used to fight all the time so I doubt they are still together.  We shared a cubicle for a few months at Bozell and he spent most of the day having long-distance arguments with his girlfriend.  He left the agency and went somewhere else and I haven’t seen him since.   It would have been interesting to say hello but not really that important.

I always thought of Buddhism as the most peaceful of all religions.  Well, apparently not in Sri Lanka.  Some of the Buddhist monks there are quite militant urging an escalation of the government’s war against the Tamil Tigers separatist group.  The other day, some of these monks interrupted a peace protest rally in the capital, which led to fisticuffs, some of which was monk-on-monk.  What’s this world coming to, I ask you?