Ahh, up bright and early on Saturday morning.
Nothing beats a good night's sleep with a good cup of decaf...2 cups of decaf.
I'll just take a walk down to the Huddle House restaurant.
I sat down at the counter and looked around me. This place hadn't changed a bit, same polished floors with same framed pictures of various 80's singers, same "old fashioned" juke box whizzing away in the corner.
I picked up a menu and began to look at the different items trying to decide if I wanted to order breakfast.
"Excuse me," said someone, as they touched me on the shoulder.
I looked up and turned to the side to see a rather nice looking woman standing before me, too nice to be a real waitress.
"Is your name Roger by any chance?" she asked me.
"Yes." I responded, looking rather confused as I had never seen the woman before.
"My name is Barbara and my husband is Tony," she said, pointing to a table near the door leading outside.
I looked in the direction that she was pointing but I did not recognize the man who was sitting, alone at the table.
"I'm sorry. I don't think that I know you. My name is Roger Kiser," I told her.
"Tony Claxton. Tony from Landon High School in Jacksonville, Florida?" she asked me.
"I'm really sorry. The name doesn't ring a bell." I said.
She turned and walked back to her table and sat down. She and her husband immediately began talking.
I finally decided to order breakfast and a cup of decaffeinated coffee, ahh the simple pleasures of life. I sat there continually racking my brain trying to remember who this Tony guy was.
"I must know him," I thought to myself. "He recognizes...