I was driving down Mermaid Lane bopping to my Good Day playlist approaching a stop sign at an intersection. Simultaneously, if not a bit before, another car, driven by my buddy Daneaux, stopped on the crossing street. We took a second to recognize who thought it was their turn. I knew it wasn’t mine, but the presence of Daneaux threw me off as I paused my singing to negotiate the traffic signs. He waved me on, just like Daneaux, and I gave him a sloppy peace sign. Still confused why I am seeing Daneaux. He owns a bar in Florida named Mermaid Juice. I laughed at the resemblance and appreciated the opportunity for this moment.