Every Sunday, regardless of our work schedules, my best friend Mike and I take time to connect by phone. We’ve been doing it for so long that I’m not sure he could get through his week without hearing my glorious vocalizations if I decided not to make the call one Sunday.

So after taking a new job as a Sous Chef at a very fine restaurant in Southwest Michigan we made plans to have our call after I was done in the kitchen. By the time I was home, it was usually late evening when we were finally able to talk.

On this particular evening, I raced home, took a hot shower, made a plate of nachos, and headed out the front door to call Mike. I watched the last rays of sunlight slip beneath the horizon while standing on the front porch eating my nachos and relaying my weekly adventures...

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