I have a funny Rebozo story to tell. Maybe you had to be there but here goes. When we were nineteen, before we were married, Keith was at work and I was home in my apartment. Our best friend Ricky, a guy, and I decided to go to Rebozo for dinner. After dinner Ricky went home and Keith stopped at my place wanting to go to Rebozo’s for a late dinner. So off we go. Of course Keith knew I had just been there. We sat down and I mentioned I was in the exact seat, at the exact table I had been sitting at an hour before. Up walks the exact same waitress, looks at us and obviously isn’t sure how to react. When Keith and I busted up laughing and explained it was okay this wonderful look of relief washed across her face.