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.”
“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.