Last night as a group of trumpeters left for a gig at Tonic, I had a surprise visit by an old friend. He walked up to me at the counter and said, "Remember me?" He looked familiar. I squinted my eyes and thought for a while - it's probably someone I worked with like 10 years ago. But I really couldn't make a connection. I shook my head. "Mizuno." "No way!" It was my teammate from the track club in high school. He was just transfered to New York office by his company and will be stationed here for 4-5 years. We were never directly in touch with each other, so there was so much to catch up. It was nice to see someone from back home.