The word started spreading yesterday. "He's out of Iraq." "Is he in New York?" "Not sure, but he's definitely not in Iraq anymore." Then later: "I have good info that Dave is back." "Really?" "Heard from the doctor himself."
As you may recall, my friend David was shipped off to Iraq at the end of August. Last night, he strolled into Otto, a little thinner, but all in one piece. I can barely express what a relief it was to see him in person and give him a hug, and even something as simple as sharing a bottle of wine with him again felt incredibly special. Welcome home, David!