Jean and I went to high school together, so based on that we should be old friends. Problem is, I don't remember her (or, really, anyone else from that time), but I figure we're still old friends because, well, we're old. Nancy and I got to know Jean and her husband, Michael, at my 50th high school class reunion last fall. They're delightful people, living simply and fully in Santa Cruz. We stopped there today and had dinner together. They've promised to visit us in Seattle — our new, old friends.
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