Note: The following column was first published in November 2000.

WASHINGTON, D.C. — The e-mail began just fine.

"I saw you on CSPAN this morning, (and) I think we were in the same seventh-grade homeroom at Blackhawk Junior High," the writer wrote.

I do, of course, remember attending Blackhawk Junior High, even though it was decades ago. I even remember its fight song. (I am not making this up.)

She wears a B for Blackhawk beauty.

She wears an ...

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