From the “life is good” department: Two days after my son moved out, I dropped by his dorm because he requested a basting brush to “properly” coat sandwiches with olive oil for the panini press that I bought for him and his three roommates as a “dorm warming” gift.
I met the two roommates I didn’t get a chance to see during Thursday’s move, and it turns out that my son already has a connection with them: one is the younger brother of a former high school track teammate, and the other is a friend from kindergarten who used to draw dinosaurs with him. What are the odds?
While I was there, I engaged in a spirited discussion with the guys about politics and how to confront racism and hate groups in the USA. When I hugged my son goodbye and quietly left, they were all still talking.
The world is in good hands.