Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

reached into my pocket and pulled out my spare set of car keys.

I reluctantly placed my spare car keys on the kitchen counter.

The next morning at eight, the steam from a fresh pour of dark roast rose between Frank and me at our usual corner booth.

Frank adjusted his faded green veterans cap and peered at his bishop, his fingers hovering just above the continue reading …