Cups of coffee get poured and drank around a table of 6 in a local diner known for cooking great breakfasts. Mostly old guys with hats on gray hair, a young guy with his own hat and own hair still there, and a father bridging the gap between the other two generations. Smart phones are absent from the table where eye meets eye, smile meets smile, and talk of the weather and fishing weave its way around the table. There is joking and laughter, and seriousness, and the beautiful rhythm heard in good conversation. Wisdom, too, is shared and passed around while breakfast gets served. Steaming plates piled with eggs, sausage and toast get introduced along with why it is important to vote, enjoy your youth, and work hard. He takes it in, this young one, he nods, he grins, he shares his own story. HIs beginning man story. They listen. They nod. The father listens too, but beams a tad bit more than others. Forks and knives clink on plates, mouths become quiet with nourishment blessing physical bodies. Wisdom and words settle into heart and spirit and provide much needed reserves for future life encounters. It is a glorious morning in a small diner that is well known for really great breakfasts.