A couple of months ago I wrote about my friends Ron and Ken, a couple I had the privilege of meeting just before I moved away from Chicago. Ken died just days after I left and I’ve been following along through email and via Ron’s blog to see how he’s been doing. This week in Chicago I was lucky enough to get a date with Ron and we were able to catch up properly in person.
Afterward, he wrote what I think must be the nicest thing anyone’s ever written about me. I’ve read it three times now and it’s like reading an essay about someone else entirely. I guess the thing is that sometimes you do just find yourself in the exact right place in your life, doing exactly what makes sense for you to be doing, given who you are. And when you’re connecting with people like Ron and Ken the world cracks open that much wider.