Cousin, 17 Years Later

Uncle called and said, “Sean’s visiting New York.  You still remember him, right?”

“Of course,” I said.  But the caveat was, if he still looked like what I remembered, I’d be pretty concerned.  It had been a while.

It was great to meet up again.  Kind of like making a new friend, kind of not.

1 Comment

  • hong

    April 1, 2009 at 11:43 pm

    strong family resemblence between your mom and uncle!