"Excuse me sir! Excuse me!"
I turned to notice a street person a block or so from my building yesterday.
" Great," I thought. "I'm about to be hit up for money."
He pointed at the purple "N" with the little wildcat on the front of my black golf shirt.
"You go to Northwestern?" he asked.
"Yes I did," I lied back.
" Cool." he said. And he walked off.
You cannot make these things up.