Back in 2000, the cruel, indeterminable hand of fate drove a wedge between two dear friends who deserved better. Tom Hanks and Wilson, a volleyball, were split by space and time, their friendship rent asunder by forces beyond their control. One was (spoiler alert, if you haven’t seen Castaway, but this was in 2000, so you really should have seen Castaway by now. You’ve had enough time) rescued and taken back to America. The other spent his days adrift at sea, alone but for his own sober thoughts. But the tides of change wax even as they wane, and some friendships are forged by a furnace hotter than those of nature and chance. The bond between Wilson and Hanks was too strong to remain forever riven, and at last night’s New York Rangers game, they made their happy reunion public, as is the custom of the times. So may all our lost friendships be one day found anew in the gladdening light of that sun that does not permit loneliness to long endure …
