(Lenore trundles into my office.)
Lenore: Do you want some chocolate? Ellen brought some in and it's so, so good.
Me: No, thank you.
L: What, no chocolate? It's so good though.
Me: I'm not eating much sugar lately. I'm training for a big bike ride here in a few weeks and trying to be disciplined about my diet...at least for the next three weeks.
L: You are? You ride bikes?
L: Do you know Russel...um, gosh, what the heck is his last name? He used to work here before you started.
Me: No, don't know him.
L: Hmm, I know his last name but...shoot, what is it? Anyway, he rode bikes. It was Russel Something.
Me: Oh, did he race or ride just for fun?
L: I think it was like Chon-koff or a Russian name like that.
Me: It's okay.
L: Alex knows him. Yes, he did ride. He even went to LA once. On his bike!
Me: Oh, maybe it's the same ride I'm doing.
L: No, no, not Chon-koff, maybe Cher-noff or Sherr-kitz...gosh, I just can't remember. And you don't know him?
Me: No. I don't know him.
L: Well, let me tell you, I see people riding around in the city, you know, when I'm driving, and they're crazy!
Me: Yes, some cyclist can be.
L: And, they're on cell phones and hair blowing in the wind. No helmet.
L: Yes, I've seen it all.
Me: Helmets are important.
L: Russel What-ever-his-name-is wore a helmet I think. You know, I had his last name and now I don't.