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an old friend on the train

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

On Friday I had a happy chance meeting with a friend on the train. I boarded an early train and there he was.

Rod and I worked together* from 1998 to 2000**, and we saw each other occasionally whenever I was living in the city over the next five years. It was fun to catch up.

Then this morning something odd happened. We met again, on my usual morning train. I'm going to suggest that we meet up as a regular thing while I'm still staying in Oakville and taking the train.

* (for the same boss with whom I'm currently working, as it turns out)

** (or as it was then known, 19100)