Riding a bicycle has always been part of my regular routine. Less so today than in my younger years, but I still have a bike that gets used on a pretty regular basis. Back in the day, a bike was a way of life. If you did not have a bike, you were left in the dust as your friends would ride off in a pack with no destination in mind. Boys, girls, it did not matter. If you had a bike you were part of the group. Remember those days?

Religious beliefs aside, I think it’s hard to argue against the notion of fate. I understand the concept well, but never looked up the formal definition of the word. According to Google, fate is “the development of events beyond a person's control, regarded as determined by a supernatural power.” Buddy came into our lives nearly a decade ago, and it appeared to be fate at work.

Many people despise eating leftovers regardless of what the food is. In my younger days, any meal in a restaurant was totally consumed. As I have aged, the portions of food that I now can consume has shrunk considerably. Some of that reduction is by choice via portion control to minimize weight gain. Also, my body has something to say when I eat too much. Either heartburn gets the best of me or I am unable to sleep if I eat too much or eat later in the evening. Regardless, there seems to be more Styrofoam containers in my fridge for leftovers as a result. I attempt to put leftovers into three specific categories.