Whenever I'm in SoCal for Christmas vacation, I always go to DL at few times. A few years ago, during an especially warm Christmas Day afternoon, I decided to go back to my car and ditch my sweatshirt for a T shirt. As I opened my car door I heard someone calling my name from a few feet away. It was someone who I had been friends with in Orange County for many years, but had drifted apart when I moved to Chicago and he to Hawaii. He and his parents had just pulled into a parking space a few cars away. What are the chances of this happening? Two old friends from thousands of miles away reuniting at our favorite place. A magical memory, for sure.