For the last ten years I have enjoyed an extraordinary friendship with Phil. I used to hang out with Phil when I was in college, he flew out to DC to take our wedding pictures and now Phil is in Antarctica washing dishes.

The other day after dropping Kyle off at his Little Gym pre-school I struck up a conversation with one of the mothers. Low and behold about fifteen minutes into our conversation I connected the dots. “Does your husband have a brother named, Phil? Phil, who is currently in Antarctica? Phil?” Yes, the one and only.