It had been three years since we last met and I wasn’t absolutely sure if it was him.
But I smiled at him, he smiled back and I knew who it was.
He’s in his 80s and not as strong as he was, but his mind is still as sharp and his enthusiasm for life undimmed.
As we parted, he thanked me for stopping to chat. I told him it had been my pleasure. It had and I’m grateful for that.