A meeting 47 years in the making finally happened. I felt like he liked me and I felt loved and that is top tier for anything I dared hope for on this visit. I asked questions about his life. I heard stories about his mom and trying out for sports teams and playing music, singing in choirs, being in the navy. We looked at some pictures. I sat on the couch next to him and we chatted about the news he was watching. Nothing earth shattering, just really pleasant. When I was telling him how surprisingly fabulous Montreal was I said that the city's walkability was amazing. And he disagreed with my word choice, "That's not a word I've heard before. Maybe walkable..." And of course I looked at him and said, "Are you disagreeing with me? You don't believe me? Want to look it up?" And he looked at me and smiled, I think recognizing a little bit of him in me. (I’ve heard he was pretty opinionated and that explains a lot about me.) Let the rec...