I've made a new friend. He and his wife moved to Dublin recently and, obviously, he doesn't know anyone. I met him at the dog park and we conversed for an hour. The next week we went to lunch. Our interests are very much the same; we attend the same church, he's my age, he loves college football. Isn't that all there is in life?
We decided we'd play 9 holes of golf next week so I got the tee time and sent him my home address:
1183 Autumn Creek Circle. Then I thought, that doesn't sound right. It wasn't. It happened to be our address ten years ago when we lived in another house in another town.
I'm either getting old or have onset Big A, whichever comes first.
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