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“Do I know you?” was about all I could think to say. How could this man, whom I had never laid eyes on before yesterday, possibly know who I was? With the exception of the exchange of pleasantries on the seawall, we had no previous contact. This was getting strange but something told me to go with it.

“At some level, yes we do know each other,” he replied after a pause that seemed extraordinarily protracted. He seemed to sense my uneasiness and then added, “We met yesterday down by the beach. Don’t you remember?”

I nodded and took a sip of my coffee, hoping to buy some time. Here I was in a beautifully strange new place having coffee with a guy who felt oddly familiar but whom I knew I had never met. And he knew my name! “How do you know my name sir?” I finally got up the nerve to ask.

“Wayne told me,” he said, in that same simple style that instantly reminded me of Wayne.

“Are you Solomon?” I somehow managed to blurt out, still dazed by the implausibility of the situation.

“I am,” was his answer.

“We had an appointment to meet tomorrow at your office.”

“I know, but don’t you think this is so much better?”

Although he answered my questions, this strange man seemed as illusive as one of those passing ocean breezes. Not in an evasive way but somehow seeming to cut through the non-essentials and getting down to what mattered.

“Are you suggesting I spill my guts to you in the middle of the coffee crowd?” I said, becoming a little irritated.