Blair and I were in Winston-Salem today, doing the last of the car shopping. After test-driving a few cars, we went to the Old 4th Street Filling Station for lunch. As we sat on the patio, enjoying the food, sunshine and ambiance, Blair sighed contentedly.
"What do we need to do so that we can live like this every day? Just do what we want and enjoy life and not have to worry about the demands of other people?"
I took a sip of water and smiled politely at him from across the table.
"Right you are," he said, sitting up. "So, great, we're halfway there already on the goal. Excellent. Yes."