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 t…
