A Rare Gift

I find myself saying “How did this happen?” more than I used to, but in a good way.

Today I found myself in a mahogany paneled restaurant just outside Chicago with two lovely women, (my wife and her mother) a rare steak and a Manhattan.

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I am not too many years removed from feeling lost and alone but on days like today it feels like that was another lifetime.

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Here’s to better living.

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9 responses to “A Rare Gift

  1. i’m toasting you back, but with water. does that count?

  2. Glenn B.

    Kurt Vonnegut said that when we notice that we are happy we should be sure to look around and exclaim “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”

    He admittedly took quote from his uncle but it’s still a fine Vonnegut idea; like not using semicolons.

  3. Well I’m a true ‘merican hero,
    and I’ll take that steak fo shore,
    but I can’t toast da Manhattan,
    I can’t drink that shit no mo.

  4. @illuminato

    You’ve shared your “How did this happen?” thought with me personally on multiple occasions over the last few months. And it’s one of the things I love about you, that you’re not getting over that feeling. You are a man who has been given a new lease on life, and you are not taking it for granted. It is a true gift to really appreciate life daily.

  5. As long as you’re asking “How did this happen?” in a good way (which you are) and not in a bad way (like “How did I find myself in a Turkish prison?”)

  6. I think I recognize the shine on those potatoes (Wildfire?). And, it makes me miss Chicago a little. But not so much today since PA is somehow warm and toasty compared to there.

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