One of my favorite things about new routines is when someone else starts to remember you. It is nice to know you are not just another blank face in the crowd and that other people are paying attention.

The last time I had that was in Staten Island when I was going to Sharkey's all the time to watch the Bears games. The waitress there would let me sit down and get settled, then come by and say "Chicken Parm and a Coke?" I would nod and smile. We had an understanding. This morning, as I walked to work, I stopped for my usual bagel from my local street vendor. When I walked up to him he said to me, "Good morning boss. Sesame bagel cream cheese?" Yep. It just feels good to be remembered.