I don't want to hijack this but Slim made a good point about regretting to mend fences. I worked with a fella and rode with him for a few years. We eventually drifted apart but we would bump into one another in places like the gas station, hardware store, etc. He'd always ask me "when are we gonna get together, have a beer?" I'd reply, "yeah, we need to do that". And then he was gone, unexpectedly. That still haunts me at times. You just never know when you see them for the last time.