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Janet and I have always wondered how long it would be before someone recognized us from the website. Last night, we went to the Toronado (check the Barfly Chronicles for a description of the night&#41 with some friends. While on my second beer, this guy taps me on the shoulder and asks "Scowl, Nu?"
It ends up that it was Vagabond Jim, a fellow Lower Haight denizen who was on his way out to a party. So we chatted for a minute or two and he headed off. That random chance meeting left a smirk on my face for hours!

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