Thank you, Facebook.

Who knew?  Facebook got us back together after more than 30 years.

Drove 8 hours round trip yesterday to meet with a German Professor I hadn't seen since 1978.

Dagmar and Mohsin in the Streamliner diner.

She has hardly changed, and she has netted herself a handsome, funny Egyptian husband, named Mohsin. See if I'm wrong.  That fedora is from Chicago, where else?

We had a hugely fun time in the town of Bainbridge, on Bainbridge Island, in the Puget Sound.

Me and Dagmar on the Bainbridge Village waterfront pathway park.

Okay, so following our noses to a wonderful local café, blathering our heads off about ghosts and shouldn't teachers receive an Oscar as performance artists, just for starters, and walking along the waterfront trail, finding the magical Madrona grove,  and finally going back and having even MORE strong coffee may not sound like an exciting day of surfing or landing badly in wingsuits, but we enjoyed it.

Thankfully, people aren't carving initials on trees so much any more, but simply writing notes. Ours are very tiny, so you probably can't see them, but we know where they are.

Dagmar can still drop one eyelid without moving another muscle in her face.  It's still just as funny.

We really don't need much to sleep dry.

In the Bainbridge shoreline walking park we found a hut made of broken branches and big-leaf maple leaves.  After a day's rain, the inside of this little shelter was completely dry.

Thank you, Facebook. Even if we never meet up again, I'll remember this day forever.