Once again, today confirmed my suspicion that if you remain open to new experiences that the best ones will find you. My unexpected experience today happened at the corner of 36th and Young in Oklahoma City. I was riding my bike from my mother-in-law's to my nephew's house when I heard music coming through the walls at Ingrid's Cafe (at the corner of 36th and Young). At 1pm in the afternoon I was curious to see what was causing such a ruckus. The best choice I made was parking my bike on the sidewalk without a lock and walking through the front door. The 4-piece band was in full swing, the lunchtime crowd had packed the house, and within 5 minutes an energetic World War II veteran had asked me if I wanted to dance. He could two-step and swing dance with ease and taught me moves I had never tried. Halfway through the first dance I asked him his name and he replied, with a smile – "I'm what's left of Bob." I sweated more dancing those four songs than I had during the entire hour long bike ride. On the way out the door Bob said to me, "I didn't learn to dance til I was 67, after I had lost my wife of 44 years. She would have loved this." I said, "I'm afraid I'm married to a man who won't ever like to dance." Bob responded with a twinkle in his eye, "You tell him to remember that he can always be replaced."