Peering Through the Fog

Different priorities now: a banker, lawyer, CPA, and financier
walked into a bar and compared notes on health, not money.

Lately I've been accepting more invitations to go to reunions, whether they're related to family, work, school, or eleemosynary institutions.

Although lethargy is growing with age, a stronger counterweight is the desire to avoid regret. Seize the opportunity to meet up with old friends because one never knows when it will be the last time.

And so it was that I fought the rush-hour traffic through San Francisco and peered through the fog on the Golden Gate Bridge for a dinner with former work colleagues in Sausalito.

The four of us quickly caught up, then turned our attention to gossiping about former acquaintances, which is another reason to attend these gatherings. Generally it's better to talk about others than to be talked about.

After two hours--three hours after sunset--our energy flagged (two bottles of chardonnay also helped). We resolved to meet up again after the New Year. I wasn't 100% sure it will happen, but it's nice to look forward to.