On the tiny Cape Air flight this morning, the woman next to me pulled out a pocket-sized orange notebook and jotted down a few things. She put it up and then pulled it out again and wrote some more. I had been going back and forth, but finally I turned to her and said, “You’re Eileen Myles, right?”
She smiled and turned to me, ” I am, yes, and who are you?”
With loads of enthusiasm, I said, “Nobody.”
Really? After all this time and all these posts?
With my next breath I recovered and became myself. We had a lovely conversation.