This week at the hotel several students are here from George Mason University. A pair of them came in and we talked a little while. One of them had transferred from Emory & Henry, in my hometown, and we managed to exchange a couple of stories. The other kept peppering me with "do you know this person" and "well this family was important" about people from northern Virginia, which was well away from me.
That second person was very flustered that he wasn't able to impress me, and it reminded me of people I have run across from time to time whose entire identity is based on their accomplishments growing up or who they used to know. Not an original thought, I know, but I sum it up and christen this Pithy Quote:
"For some people the most depressing day in their lives is the one where they find a person who does not care what they did when they were growing up."