It’s rare to be recognized for your own unique self.
“Is Jon Berger here tonight?”
“That’s me!”
“Because I saw his name on the list, and I was just looking around…”
“It’s me. I’m here!”
“Great. It’s me, Baby Monroe.”
I knew. Baby Monroe was one of the stars
of the AntiFolk scene before my time.

He’s mentioned recognizing me a couple of times before.
Maybe I wasn’t a sweaty mess on those other occasions.
“Great to see you,” he said.
“I’ll see you at the club,” I said.
We parted ways.
He recognized me!

Sort of.