Last night I had the good fortune to have dinner with my friends Randy and Laura Prebula. My plate was Al Carbon tacos, and I couldn't have been happier.
The best part was the drawn out conversation over dirty plates, and again when Randy and I got back after a quick beer at his son's nano brewery, recounting old times.
Randy and I rediscovered each other after a forty year gap in our friendship, but it seemed to pick up exactly where it left off. And Laura was a sweet discovery as part of the package.
I think this is the definition of good fortune: to have and find again those who knew us before we became the us we are today. I, for one, am glad for it.