Went to the flea market again this morning, as usual for a Saturday morning. This time we ran into an old acquaintance. We hadn't talked to him in many years. He and I, in the past, worked together in the engineering department of a small forge shop. Of course I had to have my picture taken with him.
I am the one with the cowboy hat and white shirt. I saw him last week, and thought that it may have been George, but since I hadn't seen him in many years, I wasn't sure just how he would have aged. Today, he was there again so my wife and I stopped him and sure enough it was the guy we knew in the past. We both look a little different than we did way back then and he said he noticed me last week but wasn't sure that it was me. It was a good day at the flea market and see, it is amazing what you can find there, even old friends from the past. Now, you all have a great day, you hear?