I had a fun, surprise birthday lunch with my old buddy Dave who I have known since I was six, way back in the Stockton days, nineteen sixty whatever.
Hey, that's forty years ago. For a few moments, I would be the same age as Dave. I was darn determined to be there and experience it with him for the first time since who knows when.
What I did was drop in his office in Carmel, chat and reminisce about the good old days. Nothing has changed really as we have remained pretty much the same. It's only that the world around us keeps on moving and pulling us along.
Had a wonderful lunch at this place down the road called Piatti's, which has great BLT sandwiches. That stands for Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato. At the end they surprised him with dessert topped with a burning candle and the whole restaurant sang Happy Birthday.
Poor Dave was pretty embarrassed, and I have never seen someone's face turn so red. Glowing like a tomato. Rather than thank me, he commented: "I'm glad the restaurant isn't that busy."
On the way back home I cranked up an old Led Zeppelin CD I had purchased the day before and enjoyed my favorite view of the coast while coming over the hill.