Several months ago we had a big tree cut down and three or four trimmed. The guy that did the was a tree cutting expert. I’ll call him K. K took over the business from his father, and now K is grooming one of his sons to take over the business from him someday.
K told us he thought he was in high school with our neighbor. He saud he looked a lot like the guy in school with him, but he was a few years ahead of him. I’ll call our neighbor G.
Last week G came over wanting to know the name and number of the man who cut our trees, K.
We gave G the name and number of K.
In a day or two I saw K and G in G’s back yard talking and looking at trees. Later that day G told me K would be over Monday to do some trimming. He added that he and K went to the same high school but he did not remember him. Then we talked about how K knew his trees, he just swing around on those tree branches like Tarzan and laughed because he or I had any vines for him to swing on.
Monday: K came and trimmed G’s trees. One time I looked out I den’s window and I saw G and K talking and it appeared that K was explaining something go G. K was pointing and G was nodding.
G leaned over and plucked a small twig with a leaf off K’s shoulder That was touching.
Thirty to forty years ago they were in the same school and did not even recognize each other, now they do.