Rick and I go way back. As we caught up over breakfast, I was surprising how much history we shared. Our parents are friends, we went to the same church, car-pooled to school in junior high, ran on the same track team in high school, went to the same college and graduated with degrees in philosophy, the same graduate school, and as you can see in the photo, we unfortunately even wore the same shirt.

And yet as similar as that should make us, it's amazing how different our lives are... we hadn't seen each in 12 years, he is an attorney with two law degrees, has lived in St. Louis, Los Angeles, and now Atlanta, he's single, doesn't like coffee, and - on this occasion - was wearing jeans whereas I was looking particularly Republican in khakis.