I noticed that today was my nursery school best friend’s birthday. Rob Klingon passed away recently, I’m sad to say. I thought of him telling me that he spoke with his father daily. So this day, Rob’s birthday, I called his father to say, “Hi.” I was a regular at their house as a kid. Rob and I would do sleepovers frequently, so I felt like they were family to me. His father, 100 years old, remembered me and sounded great. He sounded happy to hear from me even though I haven’t seen him face to face since childhood. And this call left me happy to have brought some happiness to a 100 year old man with no son to call him every day.