Egg Saturday

We went to the driftwood this morning for our weekly “Egg-Saturday” breakfast with my dad and Carol. I showed dad the “Flat-Tail” book and we settled into our normal breakfast routine when we were surprised to see the choir guys back again after not seeing them for a year. Even better they sang a song to us which they haven’t done in a long time. As they sang I looked at the regulars who hung out at the bar and was struck by the eerie contrast of depressed, tired looking people drinking heavily and watching sports with the backdrop of a hymnal sung by a group sitting behind them.