081413 #worm A couple comes in. The female wears a baby in a sling. The male wears, and now this is getting a little odd, orange pants. No shirt. That's right, stay in shape. I allow myself a self-directed chuckle. Stub out a cigarette. The couple nestles into a booth near the front. A cop comes in, too. One of the old ones in blue, not one of the new military ones. The old ones aren't so bad. They're merely corrupt, not malicious as the new ones are. The cop sits at the counter, leaving an empty stool between him and the grizzly guy. I guess it's morning for real, now. The bells on the door have stated their case. Coffee gurgles in a faster rhythm. I love this time of day.