Almost 20 years ago I had a friend named Stephen Badhwar. He was one year ahead of me at Trent University and we were friends, off and on, for 5 or 6 years.
When I first met Stephen he dressed in crested blue blazers, and had military dioramas in his dining room. Over the years we knew each other, he shifted from that lifestyle into being the manager of a cooperative organic farm and living in a tipi.
Stephen was always interesting, no matter his world-view.
The last time I saw Stephen was on the GO Train from Toronto. We bumped into each other by chance, and had a couple of stops to catch up. He was south from Atlin, BC, where he had established himself, his partner and their young son.
I haven’t seen nor heard from Stephen since then, which was probably 10 years ago.
I’ve done a little Googling, and I’m fairly confident that this letter is from Stephen — mostly, ironically, because I recognize his signature. I’ve dropped him a line, and I’ll see if I can’t renew the acquaintance.