I went through the drive-through line at Arby's earlier today, and the strangest thing happened. I pulled up to the window to pay, but they were working on my food, so I had to wait. Out of nowhere, an older gentleman came up between my car and the store window. Needless to say, this was a bit unexpected. "Excuse me," he said, "My wife and I just moved here from Nebraska and we saw the Cornhusker frame around your license plate. How long have y'all been here?" I laughed at the coincidence and told him I had just moved back home from Nebraska. I didn't correct him about saying "y'all," but he probably assumed I was married. He went on to explain that he and his wife had also recently moved back to his home state of North Carolina to care for his sick mother. It was a nice conversation, but not the kind of conversation that happens very often these days. After saying goodbye and paying, I drove back to work thinking, That conversati...