An old friend

Yesterday, as my family and I settled in for lunch at Fatz Cafe, something pretty cool happened. To set the stage, we almost NEVER go to Fatz for lunch on Sunday. I guess in the hustle of this weekend, we never prepared for Sunday lunch, so we made a spur-of-the-moment decision to go to Fatz.

I was sitting at the table telling my family a story when I looked up and completely lost my train of thought . . . I saw a guy who walked EXACTLY like one of my best friends in high school. Under my breath, I told Diana “That looks like Chris!” I was unsure at that point, but the walk gave him away.

I couldn’t tell you the last time I saw Chris, but he was one of my best friends in high school. Young people will never believe this, but when life takes you away from your hometown, you lose contact. It has probably been 20 years since I’d seen or talked to him. He was sitting a few tables away, so I took a chance and yelled “Chris!” His head turned and, yes, a mini-reunion was on.

And I really enjoyed it . . . Only one or two of my good friends are on Facebook, and NONE of the guys I hung around with: Until now. I recruited Chris, and he friended me last night.