I was driving home today and saw a guy all bundled up, sitting in a motorized wheelchair. He was on a bridge over some railroad tracks, looking west at the sunshine. He had a big smile and looked..just, well, happy. Got me thinking about simple pleasures. Cold pizza and hot coffee on Saturday morning. My dog's feet when they smell like Fritos. Allman Brothers on the radio while driving fast in the country. Being alone at the cemetery with relatives who have passed. What do you like?