Last night I had dinner with two former student from way way back in 1985. It was my second semester teaching English at a school in Zhengzhou, Henan Province. Both of these gentlemen now live in Beijing. One is a middle level official in the Ministry of Agriculture. The other is one of the top simultaneous translators in Beijing (and, no, I as his first English teacher can’t take any credit for that). I’ve been in touch with the guy who’s the translator for a number of years, but the other fellow just found out I was still around, 20 years later, and couldn’t believe it. We had a great time looking at old class photos (which I have scanned on my computer) and laughing about how thin we were and what awful clothes we wore and how China has changed beyond what any of us could have imagined back then.