Coffee Spills

What I hear and see and think about at the coffee shops I patronize.
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Sunday, October 01, 2006

Parents of college students and others

I didn't know them, but they were chatting 6 inches from my table at the coffee shop. Each had a child in college so they were catching up. "How'd she like Auburn?" the woman asked. "Oh, she loved the school; didn't like the south," he replied. "A different culture. And there's a boyfriend back home." Ah, so that's it.

At another table I saw a young man, maybe 13-14 sitting with his parents. He was trying very hard to ignore them. That's important at that age--how well I remember.

Chatted a bit with our former choir director. He was up early to pick up coffee for a busload going to Pennsylvania for a water polo meet. I knew nothing about that sport--except that they don't use horses--so he explained it to me. It's all done while treading water! His granddaughter is on the team. Sounds really rough--especially the boy's version.


  • At 02 October, 2006 15:01, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Norma ~ I wanted to let you know that I read your Monday Memory and really enjoyed it! The two pictures were beautiful! I'm having trouble posting on your other I thought I'd post this here. I won't be offended if you delete it because it's in the wrong place.

    Happy Monday ~ Janene


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