As a teacher, I liked going out to a local diner or coffee shop for breakfast. As a school teacher in Kittery, Maine, I would go to Howell’s Truck Stop two to three mornings per week before school. Sometimes with a teaching buddy, sometimes just me, the Boston Globe sports section, and a plateful of home fries swimming in barbecue sauce. While teaching at Eastern Connecticut State University, I would leave our home in York, Maine at 430A to teach later that day in Connecticut. After 120 of the 150 miles of the commute, I would reward myself with pancakes, coffee, and the USA Today at Zip’s Diner off I-395 in Dayville, CT. Later while teaching at the University of New England, I’d breakfast at the Twin Cities Café, the locals’ hangout.
In retirement, I dispense with the breakfast and just go for coffee and a muffin, often at what I affectionately call “the Crumb” in York. Today with my friend Joe, my gift is to treat him to coffee and a muffin. I do it today with no thought of balancing the books or hoping we’ll go back and forth treating each other. It’s just a Monday moment gift.
A bonus gift for this Day 12 is a visit Hannah and I pay to our neighbor who lost his wife less than two weeks ago. He was the one not home on Day 1 of 29 when I left the beers. We bring beers, listen, and give him the gift of consoling friendship.