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I arrive home to a message waiting indicator. Call the front desk to pickup the message and am shocked. The message is from a friend from the past whom I haven't talked to in over two years. First thing that runs through my mind is how did he find me...I'm in Iqaluit! Logic kicks in and I realize he must have bumped into my sister at the bar. So I gave him a call and we spent an hour catching up. Used to party with him and his buddies when I first lived in Toronto. Will be interesting to head out for a beer with him when I'm back.