i got a phone call on tuesday from a person i went to summer camp with at northfield mount hermon like, a zillion and a half years ago. a 6'7" german guy now living la vida jet-set in hong kong, and on guam for a few days of business. he barely remembered my name but spent three days tracking me down. my insane cousin gave him all my details, without really knowing who he was. thanks!

it was an odd, awkward, but familiar reunion. with a seven foot tall man. i wasn't that surprised to hear from him, nor was i particularly excited. not that it wasn't nice, but it's like meeting a stranger and accepting the fact that when you were adolescents you were friends for no reason but circumstance so therefore, you must be friends now. and i suppose we must be because we are. i am friends with an eight foot tall german guy! i think what made it so familiar was that he is like many of my friends now--open and friendly, a travelling bug, and a partner in a committed gay relationship committed to traversing through the committed gay couples capitals of the world--palm springs, florida, greece, north africa. oh, i can omit 'gay' from that last sentence, sure, but i think the only jet-set couples i know are gay. my straight couple friends stay at home. bless.

anyway, have i said he's very tall? he's very tall. he's like, ten feet tall. he literally scrapes the sky. i think if i were his height, my weight would be perfect.
so, hello, new/old friend, i'll bet you didn't think you'd get blogged about.