A few months after my first divorce, and in my loneliness, I went to my favorite campground to view the Persied Meteor Showers. With all the campsites full, I parked my car and had three teenagers come and do the same, and we ended up partying all night, woke up in the morning and realized we had all just had one of those serendiptous meetings of souls. And on to the next segment of life . . . . We were finally kicked out of our magical spot by a park ranger.