Tales from the crypt

So I'm sitting at one of the town's more respectable bars last week, bookended by two couples I did not know (or so I thought) with a hunger and a thirst that I've usually taken care of by 8:30 any evening of the week...on my left a social worker and a teacher from Massachusetts, on my right a somewhat inebriated couple all hugged up as we say and talking pretty loudly...I'm just about halfway through my appetizer and Oban, after finishing giving the couple to the left my almost most knowledgeable tips about where to hike and climb on the island, when I freeze-frame after hearing guy to the right say to the woman on my right that although he is in Maine, he has yet to run into his old girlfriend from years past...to my everlasting credit I didn't let on that his old girlfriend was, or is, my ex-wife...WOW!, here's something that's right up there on my Richter Scale, a scale I had to take to the shop for repairs after hearing this guy speak...the guy was a real name-dropper: he mentioned my ex-wive and David Rockefeller only about five minutes apart...I guess now comes the question to my legion of readers: do I say anything to this guy if I see him somewhere, do I warn my ex that this guy did eventually return from England, or do I simply put this down as a write-off on my social tax return? The phones are open, I'm taking calls and in a subsequent blog, I will provide survey results...this could be fun!