So, my phone rings and the voice says "Is this Jessie Wallace and is this the same person who in 1965, took turns with his best friend pretending he was Napoleon Solo?". Unbelievable. From age 6 to 12, the guy on the other end of the line was as close to me as....well, as close as only a first best friend can be. I'd only spoken to this guy once since my family had dragged me away (kicking and screaming) from that world in the fall of 1968 and that had been 25 years ago. Tracked me down, called me up and pulled me back through the looking class! Wow
Maybe some of you have had the same sort of experience. The kind that zips through 40 years in about 40 seconds. It was as cool as a chrome communicator pen.
