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Back in the early 1980s, some friends and I were at a Denny's (as was the youth custom at that particular time and place) discussing politics. There were four of us, one, Chris, was the son of an owner of a local Chi-Chi's restaurant and a hard-headed Reaganite, the other was a Swedish exchange student (Roni) who had recently come to embrace Thatcher, and lastly, there was Marc, a quiet bystander who tried to stay the hell out of the discussion. I took took the progressive/socialist position. The discussion was heated and I was outgunned. I don't remember the way it ended, but I know we all were ready to kill eachother by the end of the night and that conversation effectively ended the friendship between myself and the two right wingers.
Fast forward 20 years. I had not seen nor had I heard from any of the three since that fateful night. Out of nowhere, I get a call from Marc (the quiet bystander) who had called my parent's house and got my new phone #. We got together soon after and during the conversation, Marc said, "Do you remember Chris?" I responded, "Oh yeah."
"I ran into him about a year ago," Marc said. "Anyway, he wanted me to tell you something. Remember that political argument you had with him years ago? He wanted me to tell you that you were right."
My jaw dropped.
Marc went on to explain that the family had lost the restaurant and along with the restaurant, Chris had abandoned his love of Reaganism.
Marc went on his way and I still speak with him via e-mail from time to time. I haven't seen Chris since that evening in Denny's but I sure would like to see him again. Apparently, he had carried that thought with him for many years and was quite concerned that it got delivered should Marc ever see me again.
Just sharing...
Good night all.
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