In 2005 I visited Tom Galbraith, a fellow I hung around with a lot in 1972 in
Wiesbaden, Germany (I was in the Army; he was a civilian government employee).
This visit was the first time we had seen each other in about 32 years. At his
Colorado residence we looked at slides I had taken during our time in Germany.
It took him less than 24 hours to see through my act. I arrived around noon one day and left in late morning the following day. At least he could have given me money for a tank of gas. (Actually, I was in a hurry to get home for personal reasons: 48 hours later I was in Renton.)