last night was a pretty good night. Ended up going to this Italian Pizza Place that I was a bus boy at in 1984-5. The waitress Jan, recognized me-she's been there forever! She pulled out Frank from the kitchen to wave hello too. I bet he's been there longer than forever. That was nice. Frank had remembered that my brother was a dish washer there. This must have been the early 1990s. I totally forgot that.