Fully under a sold, used boat, my attention was on the hull and then… A pair of brown, polished loafers slid across the floor and stopped next to me.
Breakfast at The Cottage: Doubt Over Easy
“Eisenhower.” He said. Norman responded to my question like it was no big deal. "Eisenhower?" “Eisenhower.”
Breakfast at The Cottage: Our First Meal
“You’ll find I don’t shut up with my ideas,” he said. “I’ve been coming here for thirty-years. Place hasn’t changed.” “We haven’t, but you’ve turned into a grumpy, old geezer,” said the woman from behind the counter. Don’t look offended, hun. We love him like family.”