Do you remember how I wrote that ‘blog’ about you? It wasn’t very long ago. Today I checked it and someone had ‘commented’ asking some very intimate questions about you. I would have ignored it except it made references to things about you that I don’t remember mentioning.
I replied telling the person that I would meet them at a coffee shop and talk to them.
The café was a little, run down outside place with a good feeling to it. It was empty save for an elderly man sitting in the sun with big sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
He glanced up as I came in, “Bernie Milton?”
I nodded. We talked about you for a while, he told me he was related to you so I invited him to come and visit you.