When I was a boy, the father of my best friend accepted a job offer in another country. It
meant that my friend had to move away -- a long distance away -- and that our
opportunities to see each other would be few and far between.
I remember vividly the first day that he and his family were returning for a visit. I was so
eager to see him! I was not content to sit in the house and wait for them to arrive. Instead,
I started walking up the street. We lived on a cul-de-sac, so I knew from which direction
they would have to be coming.
