I just got off the woodley metro and am waiting for the elevator when two women come up to me and say, “didn’t you go to Middlebury?” It took me a good 10 seconds to process these words under the circumstances. (The red line, under perpetual construction (along with the escalators), asked hundreds of riders to swallow a 25 minute delay after 10 pm)Of course, I told these fine ladies that I did and then asked them who the hell they were. Answer: They just graduated this year, recognized me from the Dean article in Middlebury magazine, and are now working at the NIH, but isn’t it incredible — yes yes.What was more odd was this other guy who said “Middlebury?” when we packed into the front of an already packed elevator to continue our discussion. “My roomate at UCLA always wore a Middlebury sweatshirt, and he didn’t even go there. Where is it again?”A pointless little chat ensued… but it is pretty fascinating how many middlebury people are hidden in this fair city. And how proud we are of middlebury that we go around telling everyone that we went there, regardless of our workplace or city. Even non-Middlebury people tell me that there seems to be a disproportionate number of Middlebury people here, for the size of the school. And that’s true in other cities too. Who’s sponsoring the study on this. I won’t even require a comission for the idea.