I ran into Professor Mirecki in Lawrence Thursday evening.... or more accurately, he almost ran into me.
He was walking into the Eldridge Hotel as I was walking out. He had his head down and was looking at his feet while he walked, and almost ran smack into my chest before he stepped to one side and ducked into the hotel bar. He never looked higher than my chest; I am about 5 inches taller than the professor, and a great deal wider in the shoulders, so maybe I scared him.
When he looked up from his own feet, I recognized him. Professor Mirecki had the dark spots under his eyes (I won't dignify them by calling them "bruises"), but was otherwise fine. He looked far better than I would expect from a man who had supposedly been beaten by two country boys armed with a metal pipe.
He smelled like a man who drank his dinner.
He also had no qualms about walking alone on Massachusetts Street after 10PM, even with those "evil fundies" still "out there".