He came bearing gifts from his trip to Japan earlier in the year. We talked, laughed, lounged and drank. They had beer, I had wine and the toasts were with top shelf tequila. We rolled through the week-end eating, drinking and laughing. We kept with our tradition on New Years eve of standing outside our front door and tossing coins through the door into the foyer as the old year faded into the new. I passed on the honor making him the "Keeper of the Coins" this year.