a fellow named Skot (no longer Scott)
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Vancouver, 2002.07.15
While dropping off a roll of film for development at Custom Colour, I was recognized by Skot Nelson, a former coworker from my days at Trimark in Toronto.
He gave me a nudge as I read my last name to the girl behind the counter. I turned and blinked at him, and said, "Scott!" Just about the last person I would have expected to see after about 5 years, on the other side of the country from where we knew one another. We went for drinks and caught up. It turns out he came out here about nine months before I did, and has had a similar experience to mine regarding employment.