voice from the past

Someone I knew from the eighties, Mr. Dickens, phoned tonight after seeing some very old photos of him that I had scanned and posted. He was one of the cool kids. I'm glad he's alive and well and grumpy as he ever was. We didn't talk as much about the people we both knew as about the time zone and life in general and nothing in specific. It was a nice conversation. I hope he's happy enough with his world now.