Late last night, a phone call from an ancient friend in Virginia, saying that a good, long-ago buddy of mine, wants to see me one more time - apparently now, dying at our Sarasota Memorial Hospital.
Woke this morning, and the house - nearly quiet as a mouse. To set this Christmas Day straight, decided instead to go for a long ride, just somewhere out east.
On the way home, Waffle House always open, and all I could 'cash' afford.
My new smiling WH friend, Helene (who received a needed, big cash tip).
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