Synch and You Shall Find

The other day, I was traveling with my son, Jesse. We had just landed at the Ft. Lauderdale airport and it was March 14, the day his father had celebrated as a re-birthday in honor of the bone marrow transplant he had received. For many years after Barry died, we delivered cookies to the oncology floor on March 14 for the nurses to distribute to children who had parents on the floor. Jesse had mentioned it was Pi Day and that's when I reminded him of Barry's re-birthday. Jesse was only 7 when his father died and lots of memories slip through to wherever memories go when they slip through, so he was surprised to hear this story. He smiled and pointed. I looked up to see only the chest of a man wearing a tee shirt that looked like this: