I sat in a noon AA meeting bored. You would find me looking at the architecture feeling listless. I still don't know what we were talking about. I was having trouble concentrating.
After the meeting, a kind lady came up to me.
"I don't mean to pry, but you're John's son," she said.
"Why yes I am," I replied.
"I just love your father. He's been my pharmacist for years."
The lady was kind and offered to take me to lunch. I declined and wanted to get home. I wasn't feeling well.
On the drive home, I drove through a shower and smiled. Just that simple act of getting caught in a little downpour changed my spirits. I threw my head back and laughed and beat on the steering wheel jubilantly. It is no secret that I am overly fond of the weather. It is going to be an okay day.