Dad and I stopped at a small diner for lunch (not in Williston). I was hungry; dad said he was not hungry. Just as I was mentioning to dad that if he was not hungry maybe he would just like some toast and coffee, the waitress came into our conversational sphere and said, "Breakfast is over. No toast. You can order anything on the lunch side of the menu, but nothing on the breakfast side."
I ordered a bacon-lettuce-tomato sandwich to share with dad. You have no idea how much I wanted to order him his own BLT and to tell the waitress to hold the bacon, lettuce, and tomato, and mayonnaise, and just bring dad some toast.
Smile. Yup. Life imitating art.
