I still come across so many people I have never seen before.  I have lived in this small town of 800 going on nine years.  And this fact amazes me.  Of course, the people who work in the local supermarket, diner and post office know everyone.  They have worked in those establishments for years and have come across every resident of our small town between the three of them although that does not help me.  The postmaster knows all the local gossip.  Almost everyone comes into the post office at one time or another.  In fact some people come to the post office just to chat.  The two cashiers in the supermarket have been there for years.  Quite a few residents come in there to grab some bread or milk or some other item they just ran out of.  It is more expensive buying items there but you have to travel sixteen miles to get to the next, nearest supermarket.  And gas is expensive.  The diner in town has the the old fogies who mill around and share the latest gossip over a cup of coffee every morning.  These places don’t even include the local pizzeria or ice cream parlor (which will open up in the spring).  Of course, I frequent all these places (except for the diner) but it is still not unusual for me to run into someone I have never seen before.  We are all creatures of habit and that includes me so I should not be surprised when this happens.  Our circles just did not cross.

I do not claim to be a perfectionist. I know what the perfect cup of coffee tastes like. I make it at home. I use a certain brand of coffee and make it exactly the same way every time.

But when I go away I have trouble finding a good cup of coffee. Hotels are the worst. I do not know why I can’t duplicate it there. They provide coffee but it is never the same.

I will look for a local diner when I seek a good cup of coffee. They usually have it down right. And I do not like Starbuck’s despite the millions who go there.

I will be gone for about two weeks. And will not get home soon enough to, again, make that perfect cup of coffee. What is a morning without a good cup of coffee to start it off? I do not go like going anywhere without it.

A snow storm was coming.  The waitress said, “I don’t care, I don’t work tomorrow, let it snow.”

I overheard another say, that later the snow will be heavy–a few inches an hour.

The person I was sitting next to said, ‘Lancaster will get it worse.’

There were all kind of rumors floating about the oncoming storm.

I heard an fragment of a conversation regarding the policy of gays in the military, “If it is not broke don’t fix it.”  And then, ‘If someone comes out, they will be killed.’

All this while I was enjoying my bottomless cup of coffee.

On the way home I briefly stopped at the shore of the Susquehanna River, as I often do after I stop at the diner, quickly glanced at the River’s surface, which seemed pretty calm.  There was no indication a storm was set to arrive in a few hours.

I saw someone must have  launched a boat in the River.  A truck was parked there.  It must have been a die hard fisherman.  It was bitterly cold and the middle of winter.  I shrugged my shoulders.  I finally went home.