While on lunch today, I ran a few errands. I had a craving for some freshly squeezed orange juice (sounds good right?) so I headed to Winchell's donut shop, but they were out – however, the guy made me a glass right then. Wow, was that good. While I was waiting for my oj, I sat at a table and watched (and listened) as three elderly men talk about dirty cars, the weather, the war, and their coffee.
It just struck me... when I'm old (or even now) - I just want to take a nice day like today, meet up with some 'old' friends at a coffee shop and talk about dirty cars, the weather, and the war and whatever else comes up.