There's a guy at the pool with whom I've often shared a lane if none are free when he arrives. He's probably in his 70s, very cordial, seems to like me, and says that I'm the nicest person to share with. We usually exchange a few words of greeting, I swim off, and he claims the next free lane, leaving me to swim by myself again. This has been going on for months.
This morning, he got in the lane next to me, we had our usual cheery greeting, when he said "I don't believe I know your name." So we revealed our names, then laughed about how even in New England, it's probably not too out of line to exchange first names after this much time had passed. By the time I was getting ready to kick off again, he said "Yeah, after half a century, it's probably fine to exchange names."
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