And, more often than not, that someone is Daniel.
"As I staggered back from a frigid walk outside in St. Paul and through the coach cars to the Observation Lounge, I commented out-loud something about reading a book.
“Which book?” someone asked.
And that's how I met Daniel."
March 22, 2013
I met Daniel on the train to Chicago.
That would've been that, but then I ended up getting stuck in Chicago for a night and a day and, after spending this much time with the guy, he was written in the Great Book of Friends.
A few weeks later, we reconnected up in Portland, Maine.
Since then I hadn't seen the fellow up until this past weekend. He was going to be in Olympia for a day or two and, well, Seattle just a wee bit beyond that.
At around 11 AM, he showed up on my doorstep. Voila! There he was - the same happy grinning man I had last seen in Maine.
His friends had driven him there and our schedule was at their mercy. They went one way and we went the other. It was a few miles to one of my favourite parks.
In that time, we got to reconnect.
It was absolutely lovely.
And just as we reached the park, it was time to head back so he could catch his ride home.
Daniel is someone I hope sticks around in my life because he gets it. In my travels, I visit friends who are stationary --- it's nice to have friends who can relate. He's got goals and he makes them happen. He's got stories and a knack for sharing them.
And that's that.