An old friend was in town. We met with a friend and played a little tennis. As I sat on the sideline and watched them play, I thought about how long we have know each other. How it doesn't matter how long its been since we've seen each other, or how often we get together. I also realized, as I watched them try and been each other with tennis balls when the other had his back turned, that we readily digress into our nineteen year old selves whenever the opportunity avails.