Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

yard, and the crisp autumn air was starting to bite through my wool sweater.

I sat on the porch glider, watching Frank walk up the driveway. He was wearing his faded green veterans cap, and he carried a small cardboard box under his arm.

“Double-dog dare you to tell me what you’re up to,” Frank said as he reached the steps. He set the box on the small continue reading …