Thursday, May 15, 2008

Waiting for Godot...



Not quite...

but I was at the train station for the first possible training coming up from Barcelona. There would be three and I planned to meet each one. My cousin and his wife were coming and said they would catch the first train they could after their plane landed.

Although we’d talked by e-mail it had been a good twenty years since I’d seen him. I wasn’t sure I would recognize him…

But then up the stairs came a version of my father who said, “Do I look like a Boudreau?”
The answer was yes. And thus started a wonderful visit that it is still going on.
Eat your heart out Samuel Beckett.

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