go out socially after our radio broadcast.I had not thought about this guy for at least twenty years, but when he reminded me about our connection, it all came flooding back.
Like I was watching a movie about my past, I replayed memories of working together, hanging out at bars, going to concerts together with our friends.While he was setting up my new phone, we had a good time chatting about “the good old days” when we were young and carefree activist music people.When he left, I couldn’t help but think, what are the odds that someone I knew over twenty years ago would randomly show up on my doorstep to help me set up my phone?It turns out the phone guy also lives in my neighborhood, and has for a long time.
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