I drove through my old neighborhood today. It would have been fun to drop in on my dad, but technically, I was working and had the company vehicle, so that would have been a no-no.
I did pass by David the booger-eater's house and wondered how he was doing now. I remember back when we were studying California missions in elementary school, I got teamed up with him to make our model of whatever mission we were assigned to. This was before they made the styrofoam kits that everybody uses today and has their dad assemble and the kid gets an "A."
Anyway, I had a whole bunch of brown clay, because the missions were adobe, and I made a bunch of tiny bricks with it and pretty much built the mission myself, not because I was a control freak, but because I knew where David's hands had been, and that he never washed them. When I was done making the mission, David took some leftover clay and used it to slap some plastic trees to the cardboard base - his contribution to the project. We got the same grade.
I have no idea why I am sharing this.