Some - like graduating from college, getting married or watching the birth of our children - are large cities. Others are small towns, substantial when they happen or for a brief period of time, but then relegated to a fading image in our rearview mirror as we continue traveling.
These are the ones that dot our life's landscape like wonderfully entertaining tourist attractions we stumble upon during a vacation.
These are the "right places." And, if we're really lucky, we can recognize them as such when they happen instead of through the perspective of hindsight.
Mix in that it was my first live Patriots game after being a lifelong fan, coupled with a beautiful fall day and the Halloween date - which made the surroundings a freak show of costumed characters displayed regularly on the endzone jumbo-trons - and it was a recipe for a great day.
With the exception of my wife and children, these are some of the people I value the most, the ones who help define me and my place in the world.
They are both family and friends, and the time we spend together - while seemingly always too brief and infrequent - is what makes life worth living.
As years pass, I may not remember all the details of the Patriots' second-half rally to victory.
What I will remember, though, is that on my life's map, this was truly a right place.