So I picked up my phone and called him.
When he answered he sounded very down and like he was sick.
I asked him "what's the matter, you sound terrible."
He said "I just woke up."
"What?" said I, "it's 6:30 in the evening!"
"I'm in France!", he said.
Well it turned out old smiling Steve and his wife Debbie were in Normandy.
(Cheerful Steve always smiles for my camera.)
Well I told him the news about the D-backs because he hadn't heard and, at his request, filled him in on the latest news on the presidential election campaign.
(He said the wi-fi had gone down at his hotel.)
Well I was stunned by two things.
First, that Steve and Debbie were in France.
Second, that I had called his cell phone and he answered it in France.
I can remember the days long, long ago where you asked an operator to place your long distance calls and then waited for her to call you back when she had (finally) made the connection.
And it was expensive!
Nowadays I guess it's just part of my monthly phone plan.
By the way, Judy and I have been to France, too.
She snapped this photo of me in Paris but some big old tower kind of ruined the picture.
That was 31 years ago last April.