He was one of my best friends in high school, and he left for the States a year before I did. On August 19, 1986 I landed at LAX before continuing on to Fresno on the following day, and Wiwi picked me up at the airport, and I spent a night at his apartment in Santa Monica. We talked until about 2 in the morning, and we saw each other off later that morning. That was the last time we met.
This afternoon I received a phone call from an unknown number. I usually don’t answer calls from unknown numbers, but today I picked-up the phone. To my big surprise, it was him! He and his sone were on the way from Southern Cal to the Bay Area, and he would like to stop by and see me. 29 years later, almost to the day (1 day short), we met again!
Thank you, my friend, for visiting us! I value our friendship very much.