Good Deed

Last night, after a beautiful snowfall all day which accumulated up to several inches, Mike and I headed down to play pool. When were were almost at our destination, we see this sports car trying to turn right at a stop light but all he kept doing was spinning his tires, going no where. So we decided to be good Samaritans and help him out. After pushing him for a few minutes he finally was able to drive without our help. As we crossed back to our side of the street, he rolled down his window and shouted a quick thank you and drove away. 

After several hours of playing pool, we head out to go home and I decided that because it was such a peaceful night, we'd walk along the beach. Only thing I didn't consider as we made our way down the steps, was that the sidewalk was shoveled and buried in almost a foot of snow due to wind drifts. As it was almost midnight, with no cars around, we decided to walk in the street which was freshly plowed. A few cars came and went, one old guy even honked at us angrily, but we always moved to the side of the road. 

It was a nice night, even with the old guy honking. 

Traditions

Lots of people have different traditions, relating to their culture, holidays they celebrate and way of life. One of my traditions is playing pool. Last winter, one of my best friends, Mike, and I were walking along as the snow flakes were falling on our faces. We were talking about our days and things that were on our minds that we wouldn't normally share with others. We came to a bar and the sign said that they had free pool on Mondays. We went in to warm up a bit and played some, then took a cold walk back. 
Little did we know, that was the start of one of our traditions. 
Almost every Monday night since, we walk down to the same bar, the bar tenders and bouncers all know us now, and we play pool for several hours. We watch sports and car races and just unwind from the day. Normally we walk along the beach on our way home, watching the waves crash over the dark sand while we talk about anything and everything. 
Because of this tradition, Mondays never seem as bad as some people perceive them to be. Thanks Mike for our tradition.