As I was walking home yesterday, I passed through a crowd of about three or four rambunctious teen-agers on the sidewalk. One girl — probably about 16 or 17 — looked straight at me in my Insurance Journal monogrammed dress shirt (yeah, I know; they make me wear it) and without a moment’s hesitation cooed, “Hey, baby! You an insurance journalist?!”

Stunned by the absurdity of her outburst and unsure of quite how to take it, I responded instinctively. I turned back to look at her and gave the crowd a big goofy open-mouthed grin and a thumbs-up sign.

Am I an insurance journalist? Yes — yes, I am!