Old friends/same friends.

What an great evening I just had in Utrecht, the Netherlands. Met up with an old friend, super-talented NOS journalist Jeroen Wielaert. Even though we hadn’t seen one another for almost 40 years, we had not changed one bit where it matters. Personality, stories, language, all the truly important things. A wrinkle or two more, or in my case a hair or two less, makes no difference.

And you owe it to yourselves to, if the same happens, take a proper photo, not just an iPhone shot.

And yours sincerely:

Great evening, all I can say.