One of the things I love about life, about being alive, is the people that I meet. There are an amazing number of good people in this world. Even so, it's a shame there aren't more of them. But, all of the less than good people make the good ones even stand out.

Tonight I went to a club in town called Zoey's. A band called the Trophy Husbands was scheduled to play. I've seen them twice before and own their CD, "Dark and Bloody Ground." I got to Zoey's about an hour before show time and had a chance to talk with Dave Insley and Kevin Daly. Dave and Kevin are truly good people. Intelligent and kind and I don't think there are better compliments I could pay to anybody. It was just that sliver of experience that got me thinking about good people and what a pleasure it is when you get to spend time with them.

I have many good friends, several names spring to mind, including several people who read this blog regularly. I don't want to single any of them out by naming them for fear that I'll omit somebody — but they all know who they are. These people, too, enrich my life.

It's the good people in the world that give me hope for the future. It's easy to get swept up in the Islamofascist fear and loathing habit, and Islamofascism is a real threat, but in the end what's going to defeat the narrow-minded, hard-hearted evil people of the world are the good people — the good people like our friends, all our friends. So here's a glass of Chianti for our friends!

Before I sign off on this post ... here's a link to my article on the Trophy Husbands in today's paper.