I doubt anyone was doing what I was doing yesterday.  I know people were doing things to celebrate this confluence of a lifetime, but no one else did this except for Tia and me: 11 foods brought to the table by each of us.  Cheeses and licorice whips, strawberries and sour cream. A long row of foods, a long completely unique dinner.  Then 11 questions each.  From the sublime: can revenge ever serve justice? To the ridiculous: who would you take with you on a ten man boat? Then eleven songs each, 22 songs chosen for different reason.  If we had been radio station, you would have tuned into a pretty damn good show.  It was a good, good day followed by a good, good evening.  That, no matter what the date, is a good, good thing.