When a group of old guys who have known each other since college gather, it doesn't take much for them to slip back into familiar rhythms. Each winter for over 40 years, close after Christmas, I have gotten together with a group of chuckleheads whom I treasure. We all were friends at OSU in the '70s and we have hitched our wagons to Jesus, and committed to keep in contact with one another. When we gather we eat, retell old adventures, have played some bad poker, dog each other (if you have a thin skin this isn't the group for you), then settle in to share stories of the past year.