Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

taking the alleyway to avoid the main street. At eleven, Frank, my chess partner, came through the gate into my backyard. He was wearing his faded green veterans cap. He sat on the bench under the old maple tree, watching me rake a small pile of leaves.

“You look like you’re planning a bank job,” Frank said.

“I had a cup at the diner,” I said, tapping continue reading …