Mark Shepherd was the bane of my existence, mainly because he stood right in front of me year after year, class after class, which left me having to explain that no, we weren't related. He was also a bit of a dick. Not a terrible human being or anything, but just a big, overconfident guy from a well-to-do family. I was an insecure nerd, so we didn't really mix well.

His dad was a politician, Conservative, if I recall, or a Blue Liberal. I ran into him a while back and he seemed genuinely glad to see me -- still a bit big-success condescending, but it was nice to see him anyway. Nostalgia makes the heart grow slightly fonder.