Two Encounters in Whole Foods

[ndrosen]

When I was in Whole Foods Saturday, Mr. E spotted me; he was my supervisor for a while many years ago, and after that, I occasionally consulted with him, or had Appeal Conferences where he was one of the people deciding whether I should write an Examiner’s Answer, and go to the Board of Appeals. Furthermore, he very kindly drove me home from the hospital when I had my colonoscopy. So we chatted a bit, and he told me that after he retired from the Patent Office, he came back for a while, because with the pandemic, he couldn’t travel. I had been aware of his returning after retirement, although not of his reason.

On my way out, I stopped at Customer Service, and suggested that one of their breads, Black Russian Rye, should be renamed Black Ukrainian Rye. The lady with whom I spoke said that that was the vendor’s decision, not theirs, but that she would pass the suggestion on.