I'm heading to the Coffee Cup for breakfast tomorrow at 0600. I haven't been eating well these days, other than the Benedicts downtown yesterday, and I'm hungry.

Eggs over easy, homemade corned beef hash, hash browns and a big fat pancake, all cooked in front of me by the old black guy on a flat iron stove. Amazing food...

Anyone care to join me? If not I'll sit at the counter and watch my breakfast cooked in front of me. The waitresses wear short shorts, all with great legs, some covered in tats.

I watched a para-transit style bus drive by today, and it brought back great memories. More than two decades in that business will do that to you, and I wondered if I could drive again. With my background I'm sure I could get hired in a heartbeat.

The problem is, I'm old, I walk funny, and I don't even think I could push a wheelchair, much less strap one down. I used to be a road supervisor, and I wouldn't even hire me.