I read this story about a guard reuniting with his ex-inmates and immediately thought of the O's. I became fast friends with Katja when we were in college at NYU. She was so exotic, yet so down to earth. She always wore wool sweaters, scarves, and cool hats, giving her an air of someone having just blown in from an Alpine hike about her, which was a hard air to give off in lower Manhattan. She was down to earth but sooooooo much more sophisticated than my "raised in Richmond" ways- by the time we met, she had been raised as An American Abroad- living in Helsinki, Munich, and Paris before landing in New York. My parents always wanted to come up to visit... I discouraged them. I had no desire to attend silly ceremonial things with my parents, like... I don't know... college graduation. But Katja wanted to attend graduation, and her family was abroad. So I handed her my parents and gamely followed to watch graduation unfold. Little did I know how much her...