After that, we met annually at the MLA meetings and exchanged emails every month or so in between. Then, just about the time I retired, Doug dropped off the radar screen. When I tried to let him know about my retirement, I got no response. After I moved to Stafford, I tried to send him my new email address, plus my USPS address and phone number, but my email came back as undeliverable. I wondered what had happened to Doug. I’d decided if I didn’t hear anything over the summer, I’d call the English Department at Cranmer and see if they could tell me anything.
I didn’t have to do that, however, because Doug emailed me, saying he’d seen an announcement of my retirement. The article had said I was now living in Stafford, so he got on the web and tracked me down. It’s amazing—and a little scar
