The quality of one’s life is determined by the quality of one’s relationships. I blow past the Yellowstone, the Black Hills, Mount Rushmore. I’ve been there, done that. Whatever! Places, sights, natural or manmade, are all just places without someone to share them with. My favorite part of going to the Grand Canyon was hanging out with my daughter and her new puppy and chatting with everyone who stopped to pet the dog, even when they didn’t speak very much English. I’ve traveled the country; I’ve driven back and forth multiple times, but it all blurs together on me because the truck stops and rest areas all look the same. I’m there only out of necessity. There’s no juice in the journey, no advent in the adventure. I tend to just keep running without some intervention, someone to call me out and say, “Hey, look at this.”