This morning I got together with my buddy Mike for a cup of coffee. He brought along his eleven week old son Emerson.
Last night, I swung by Clarence's house to check in on him and because I was in the area.
I wonder why these little visits don't happen as often as they use to?
Do you remember people dropping by when you were growing up? There wasn't a phone call to see if you were home. They stopped by and might stay for only five minutes or be there late into the night.
This summer, I think I'm going to do more visits. No agendas. No needed outcomes.
Quality time with quality people.
That is enough reason for me.