'Cause I realize now that I used to hear stories about =this guy= when he was 12, after the weekends his father had had him visit (the parents were divorced). This guy who now has gray hair and looks, I swear, my age. I don't exactly know why I found this unsettling, but I did. So the guy fires off an email to his dad, saying that I'd said Hello.
For what it's worth, I loaned the father my copy of the Collected Short Stories of Dorothy Parker in 1983, and he still has it somewhere. I should have asked his son to inquire after it.