Fine dining and fine friends.
Today I ventured the back roads for breakfast at the Bradford Diner. Known for it's good food and cheap prices, the diner attracts many locals. Of course the best part was the friends or locals sitting at my table. Gail putting in ten little containers of half and half to cool her coffee. Did she ever hear of ice coffee? Shelly with her tale about the Italian wedding and the voluminous food served. Alice with her tales of selling the family summer home. Chris with tales of her son, and me adding all the little empty half and half containers to Gail's pile until the waitress brought over an empty bowl just for her. Then the waitress joined in our conversation about an old friend. Too bad she was talking about someone completely different, not even the same sex, but with the same name. Made for an interesting and confusing conversation.
I think the trees weren't the only ones with color today. The diner will have to appear in one of my books. I don't think there's ever been a Murder by Half and Half. Don't steal my title. I'm sure it'll be a number one. Nora