A Spoonful of Life

Several months ago, my Dad stopped at the local diner for breakfaSpoonst.  It was a particularly busy morning and there was only one server on duty.   As usual, he drank his coffee a while before he was served his meal.  He noticed he was never given a fork or knife.  My Dad, who has not one finicky bone in his body, proceeded to eat his food with his spoon.  After noticing this the server apologized and asked him why he didn’t say anything.  He brushed it off and said with a smile, “Eh, a spoon is the universal utensil”.  I wouldn’t expect any other response from him.

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The Journey Begins


The glorious morning view from my sunroom.

Hello and welcome to my Blog site.  I love to write about life and living; how it is, how it was and how I would like it to be.  Maybe you will agree with me and maybe you won’t.  Either way, grab a cup of coffee, tea or whatever you like and enjoy.  And feel free to comment.

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton