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Oh gods no. My name was just tossed out in an email on the neighborhood list I quietly lurk on in reference to a public art project. I thought they’d all forgotten my name, that I’m an artist, or that I even exist. I only went to one gathering over a decade ago and decided I didn’t need to be involved. Like at all. But there it is right in the email, my correctly spelled first name. Eek.

Anyway, I better prepare myself mentally for people wanting me to do something or have an opinion on what should be done. In particular, they are discussing doing art on a nearby underpass "but not like 6th street, real art" (whatever that means). Ugh. Why will people who have had no contact with me in a decade or more not forget me?!