Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

counter and the smell of maple syrup and burnt grease hanging in the warm air.

Frank was sitting in our usual booth near the back, his faded green veterans cap tilted back on his forehead as he studied a chess board.

Evelyn was wiping down the adjacent table with a damp cloth, her canvas apron stained with berry pie filling.

“Well, look continue reading …