Meet at 9 for breakfast. Early as usual, standing inside the door waiting for my brother to arrive, I noticed most of the customers were senior citizens. Who else goes out for breakfast at 9:00? Retired people. I reminded myself that my brother and I are both now retired so we also fit thaat description.
I like to watch people so I guess I became a little absorbed in everyone coming and going. An older gentleman says, “Good morning.”
He is wearing bib overalls, a white t shirt, boots, and a leather biker hat. I think to myself… “this guy reminds me of my Grandpa Carl.”
I look a little closer… it’s my brother.