I Speak Spanish, But I Speak BS Better

Marshall and I enjoy breakfast almost every day at Alfa Diner (“Danny’s”) on Parkdale Avenue. There is a beautiful assortment of patrons, many of whom we know by name, and look forward to seeing each morning.

Today was a fulgent, sunny day in Ottawa. Clear blue sky, shimmering snow on the ground—it was brilliant. So brilliant, I had to wear shades. Sunshine in December. Much appreciated around these parts.

A new couple arrived just as we were sipping our last few drops of coffee. They were older, maybe late 60s. I quietly assumed they had been together—married—for many years. Comfortable with each other. Maybe a little toocomfortable.