Spain

I ran into an acquaintance yesterday – an always-happy guy with razor sharp eyes that I’ve been seeing around since I moved here, nine years ago. He used to work at Twice Sold Tales.

In lieu of a greeting, he said, “I’m moving to Spain.”

“Long term?”

“For two years . . . then I’ll probably be back in Seattle.”

“Maybe I’ll see you then.”

“I’m glad I ran into you before I left.”

And that was it.