Oh: hello, what’s your name, again?

I think I’ve mentioned this before, but walking in a town far away from the place I lived for almost 30 years, I keep thinking I recognize faces of people who I knew and who I’m 100 percent certain of that they definitely would not be ‘pedestreeing’ around King’s Square, Saint John, New Brunswick.

However, it would not surprise me if I ran into Alfons and then the surprise conversation would go something like this:

Me: Hey. You.

Him: Hey. Me.

Me: Hey. Me.

Him: Hey. You.

Me: I will…

Him: Call?

Me: You…

Him: OK?

And then we’d be e-mailing one-liners the whole night.

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