Once upon a time five-ish years ago or maybe more, I drove north to Mt. Vernon on Xmas Eve to spend the holiday with my mom. It was nighttime, and on the radio was a special edition of This American Life. I listened to Riz Rollins, a man I worked with for four years, tell a story about a childhood visit to Santa Claus.
The memory is brief enough that I don't recall whether this was before or after we became friends and coworkers. Either way, I was impressed by him. I remain impressed by him.
