A couple days ago I ran into a friend from 20 years ago. We were roommates on a student leadership project in Virginia Beach, Va.

Larry and I shared an apartment with six other guys. Back then he was this tall, skinny guy with a thick Philly accent. We had a good time that summer and became friends. I remember him as having a great zest for life.

One other thing I remember about him is bravery. He and another had thwarted a burlary of our apartments when they came back early from a banquet all of us had been attending.

Larry told me that the thing he remembered most about me was my imitation of Badluck Schleprock from the Pebbles and Bam Bam show ( "Wousy, wousy, woo, woo, looks like it's going to be another blue Monday"). At least I wasn't remember for being a hot head, liar or jerk.

This summer I was at a memorial service for the president of the organization I used to work. There were several thousand people there and it was funny that the guy sitting in front of me was someone I remember yelling his head off at conference back in 1983. Things like that stick with you.

In Denver there have been a lot of people out of work, and as a business owner I would get at least one resume a week. Instead of throwing it out, I would either drop them an email with recommendations or even meet them for coffee if I had the time.

I don't know if anything will come up it, but I would love to be in a crowd 20 years from now, and someone will day, "Hey, Dave, we haven't met for a couple decades but you really encouraged me when I was going through a tough time." Maybe I'll be remembered for more than an imitation of Schleprock.