Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Back when S. was an itty bitty piggy tailed thing and F. was still drooling and bald we used to eat breakfast at this cafe every Sunday after church. Long, long before RCC and we changed our errant ways of not keeping Sunday as a day of rest for everyone, including waitresses. :)
S. used to dance while he played. He used to laugh at her and we used to talk to him a bit afterwards. He was a really nice guy, though he struck me as hurting a bit. Quiet.
Anyway, he seems to be getting pretty well known these days. I wonder if he would remember that little blond piggy tailed girl that always danced at Cafe Lenas?