You just never know...

... what's around the bend

Earlier this week I caught up by phone with an old friend, someone I’ve known since I was a teenager but hadn’t spoken with in ages.

Let’s call him Harry. (That’s not his real name, of course¹.)

He’d just come back from a visit to New York, where he saw one of his favorite bands along with a few friends he once worked with. While he was there, he had dinn…