Best burger I ever had was my 12th birthday. Mom grilled it in the back yard. It was burnt up like a hockey puck. But I was young, my friends were there, and we were going into the pool after lunch. I didn't have to worry about debt or politics. I had no car or house to maintain. I had no regrets to look back on in the quiet of the night. I wish I could go back and eat that hockey puck again.