Schiphol Airport, Amsterdam, NL; July, 2003
Andrew and I were in the Amsterdam International Airport waiting to fly back to New Jersey when I was certain I recognized a guy I had worked with at Masterson’s. Andrew was sure I was crazy, and I wasn’t sure that he was wrong. But I couldn’t shake it and had to go over and ask.
It was Seth! He had been the only decent person I met when I went to work a shift at Masterson’s sister operation, a foofoo restaurant on the Ohio River named Captain's Quarters. I really didn’t fit into the scene; all the servers were standoffish, except one. Seth did his best to help out a stranger in a strange land, and maybe he recognized me as another kindred spirit.
As it was, I didn’t see him again until he too was headed home from a month-long vacation in Europe. Unlike Andrew and me, who backpacked around and made our own itinerary, Seth had gone with his mom and sister on a bus tour of many of the same places that Andrew and I had visited during our trip of the same duration. It was awhile before I saw Seth again after Amsterdam, randomly running into him on the lot of a show and introducing him to Carter. Since then, he has become one of Carter’s best and most reliable friends.
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| Me, Seth, Carter, and Noah at this year's Louisville Waterfront Independence Day festivities |
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