My sons' friend, Iden, is back from Tehran. My older son went to work early this morning, and his brother went to work at around 1:00 p.m., leaving Iden at home with me again. Kayvan, my sons' other friend, came to keep Iden company at my house. I had lunch and coffee with the two of them this afternoon, chatting about Iran and Ahmadinejad and their other friend, Shervin, who is now in Iran, wanting to get married to a girl he loves! They then went to our living room to do whatever 21-year-olds do when they are in the living room, I guess! As I was tidying up and cleaning my house in preparation for dear guests tomorrow night, I snapped a picture of the two of them. I was thinking how familiar the sight of two young men sitting on the couch and chatting feels for me. I was thinking how good it feels when I see my sons' friends feeling comfortable and "at home" in my home. I was thinking that for some years in my life I was deprived of that joy, and how fortunate I feel to have put those years behind me. I was thinking this might be one of the reasons I believe that some of the best things in life can be enjoyed with little or no money at all. I was thinking that just as I own the least I have had in years, I feel the richest and happiest. I thought all of that looking in on my young guests.