Down memory lane

A very old friend I haven't seen in years is passing through town, retired, looking for somewhere to settle down. He played the lead in the first play of mine ever produced, a one-act "Above the Fire," in grad school, which went on to place in a national contest and confirm my move from fiction to drama. I hope I can talk him into an improvised monologue that I can use in the upcoming feature. Not sure when to expect him. He's headed to Moscow, Idaho, where I told him to look up Crooks' sons, then to Seattle, then here on his way to Salem. Maybe the weekend or next week?