We had a pleasant enough chat and he filled me in on a number of folks who I've lost touch with over the years:
First String Frank: He was the king of grad school. He got a t-t job after the PhD, got denied tenure at his first school, never got another t-t spot. Works in editing now.
Lothario Larry: Banged nearly every other grad student in our class. Is married with kids, teaching at a juco in Florida.
Serene Sandy: She was briefly someone I dated. She was above my station. She had a zen thing going which always turned me on. She taught part-time, co-edited a textbook/anthology. Stopped teaching about 10 years ago. Is a divorced mom who works at a library.
Druggie Dean: A harmless pothead when I knew him, Dean died of cancer, and did a couple of stints in prison according to his brother.
Missy Mousey: I swear I didn't remember her, but I was sort of a wallflower, too. She's the chair of a department at a rising R2 in Georgia.
Katherine the Kook: Is a franchise owner (Chick Fil A) in New Mexico. Got tenure 6 years after grad school, but got divorced (was married to a Dean), and checked out of the academic world.
Mitch Moneybags: On the faculty at our grad school. He was an annoying jerkface when I knew him. That's a trait I find is hard for folks to lose.
Peggy Pekignese: Great dog lover who brought "Slider" to the shared grad student office in a giant Hansel and Gretel style picnic basket. I remember we also smuggled wine into the building in the basket. I loved Peggy back then. She's now happily married and a co-owner of her husbands landscaping business in Topeka, Kansas.
Wise Ol' Wilson: The one grad school buddy I still know. Wilson was 10 years our senior. He came to grad school after a failed business career. Now he does non-profit fundraising for a national organization. He lives in my town and we're still pals.