This morning on my train ride back from Seattle, I got the most unexpected phone call in years. It was this lady whose twin sons I went to kindergarten with in Germany. Her two sons (Manuel & Marcus) were the by far worst behaved kids known to the town of Plettenberg. The mum’s name is Veronica and they’d come over to our apartment once a week, so we kids could play together. We got ourselves into all kinds of troubles, not just in kindergarten but also in high school and at soccer.

Anyway, I haven’t seen either one of those guys for at least five years now and today their mum calls me. Veronica, who I haven’t seen at least since 1995, is coming to the US next week and was wondering if maybe we could meet up. Crazy enough, we’ll both be in Los Angeles next Sunday. It’s a small world.