Memories of an easier time...
Some of my favorite memories are from college and my early post-college days as a single man. I'd spend whole Saturdays and Sunday afternoons sitting at a local W.H. sipping from the never-ending cup of coffee, chowing down on all manner of waffles, omelettes, and hashbrowns reading book after book, writing page after page.
With nary a care on the world. Bills got paid and the only mouth I had to feed was my own. My biggest worry was whether my car would break down that week or not.
Oh what happy days!
But life today has its own unique thrills and joys, despite (or in light of) my grown-up travails.
Still, I wish there was a Waffle House nearby!