The delightful city of Houston. We've flown out of here in the past but still have yet to see it. Our arrival into the outskirts is less than joyful. Traffic flows at a slow pace and sirens blare in the background. We drive through a few dirty suburbs and nothing impressive strikes us through the window. Our goal of the day is to end up in an old friends back yard. Years ago I had made friends with a maintenance man at work. Tony and I had similar interest in a few things. We liked cars, machines, and drinking at the bar. It's been almost 6 years since we have seen each other but that didn't stop him from welcoming us to his home with open arms. As we crawl through rush hour traffic I can't help but wonder what it will be like to see him again. How has he changed? Will we still get along? What's the next few days going to be like?
We greet each other with a bro-hug and get Roo parked in her spot for the next few days. The conversation immediately turns to cars in the driveway and what's been going on in our lives. Just like old times. Hopefully we can still click like this for the next couple of days. Life never stops being lived, and the adventure in our hearts never die.