I went to high school in Portland, OR (Lincoln High School, class of ‘97 to be exact). That doesn’t naturally lend itself to running into a whole lot of people around here that I knew from those days. Except that it kind of keeps happening to me.

There’s this guy named Matt, who I went to middle and high school with. Three years ago, about six months into my tenure in Philly, I was listening to Morning Edition on WHYY, and heard a really familiar voice talking. Turns out it was Matt. He had gone to college around here and had stayed to start a newspaper (the currently on hiatus Philadelphia Independent). The reason I write about this now his name has popped up again, this time in the cover article of the PW this week. I’ve never actually seen him in the almost four years that we’ve both lived in Philly, but it’s kind of fun to know he’s out there.