There are people who go an entire lifetime and not meet somebody who changes the way they look at the world. And I genuinely feel sorry for them.
Today I had the pleasure of introducing my wife to my friends Rob and Jane, two of the best people you could ever have the pleasure of meeting. Down from New England for the UNC/BC football game, I was in the rare spot of being on my home turf for a palooza. Sort of.
As I watched all the college aged kids walk against the street signs, ignore the whistles of the police officers, and generally look like they could care less what anyone else said I had a "Grumpy Old Men" moment for a second or two.
Then I realized it didn't matter. They weren't MY kids; Let 'em get run over by a Chapel Hill bus for all I cared. I was Paloozing.
Exactly like I expected, Angie fell in love with the two of them from the get go and we had a great time catching up and meeting Jane's Dad and his lovely wife. My only regret was it ended too quick; one of these days I'll convince her to leave everything she's ever known and move to New England.
And yes, I realize she'll have to be heavily sedated or declared mentally incompetent for that to happen.
I can live with that.