Called up Baryon as promised. We talked about hair, surviving in
Japan, grad school…

It’s funny how people are stylized in our memories. I remembered him
slow, measured, almost drawling. Perhaps even a bit intimidating. But
now I think of him almost as I think of the others. He is not as old
as I remembered him to be.

It would be nice to see him face to face again. One of these years,
perhaps.