I thought I saw her here in Minneapolis a few months ago, walking around by the Lakes (just a few blocks from her office address, as I later found out by looking at her website)—the person I saw sure looked like her picture, anyway. I wanted to say hello but I didn’t. I’m a nobody and she’s a somebody, and I thought it would be intrusive of me. But we’re both Minneapolitans, right? Later I kicked myself for not just stopping and asking Are you Maggie?—because if it was Maggie I could have told her that we think of her and miss her, and who wouldn’t like knowing that they are thought of and missed?
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