Why am I Simon

In 1962 my father won a KelIog scholarship to study at Michigan State University and I spent a year at junior school next to the campus village. In 1975 I was studying at Liverpool Uni and travelled to Hebburn for a job interview. To save money I decided to hitch back to Liverpool. I caught a bus out to the Scotswood Road and stuck out my thumb. I was picked up by a guy about my age driving a much too good car. He wouldn't take me very far but it was a start and so I got in & began to casually chat. After some rambling I learned he was just back from a gap year working on a farm in Canada. It was a owned by someone his Dad knew & had met at MSU after gaining a Kellogg scholarship in 1963. My driver was the same age as me, had lived in the same apartment block, gone (as a blond blue-eyed English kid) to the same school, in the same class. He'd always wondered why everyone insisted on calling him Simon when he first started. I was in his car for about 25 minutes. We never lived within 200 miles of each other.