Full circle

Life has a funny way of coming full circle.

(I once swore to a friend I would never begin a blog entry with the words “Life has a funny way…" Never say never, I always say.)

It seems to happen right when I’m looking for a nod from the smog ridden skies above.

Tuesday night a friend organized an outing to a new, Texas-style barbecue restaurant. It's a fabulous place where slabs of meat are served on waxy pieces of paper, heaping sides of bourbon mashed sweet potatoes and mac 'n cheese are scooped into cups, and dessert is massive cupcakes with Reeses Pieces sprinkled on top.

But the interesting thing, for me, was that this place just so happened to be across the street from a restaurant where I went a month ago. It was on a night that started something that just so happened to have reached a, I suppose you could say, point of consideration, that very day.

Pure coincidence.

Or so they say.