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hearing from an old friend

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Once upon a time, I wrote something on this site about my early childhood; today I heard from a friend who found his name there.

The story he responded to took place when I was roughly 5-6 (meaning, 35 years ago). My friend and I had been with our school class to distant Toronto, and I'd returned with a small amount of change from the lunch purchase. Not having any clue with what to do about a dollar bill I had in my pocket, I tossed it into a creek swollen with spring-time melt water. My friend, who found his name in my retelling, dove into the water and retrieved the bill.

His comment—he still has that bill, all these years later.

Three good things that happened today:

1. Fantastic weather

2. Sorted out a tricky meeting at work (you take what you can in times like these)

3. Shook off a mid-day migraine.