Strewn about the table, we all sat there enjoying the aftermath of the food settling into our stomachs. My younger brother Joshua and my older, wiser friend Elmer besides myself. The eggs, bacon, toast, and potatoes had been fine. Really, this Saturday morning started out like any other. Being the beginning of April, the air was cold outside. Rising just about to 40 degrees I think it was. Though, inside the house the wood burning fireplace had gotten us up to, I’d say, around 75 degrees. The steam rose off the coffee perfectly. That was something my wife was particularly gifted at, fixing coffee. Whenever I tried to do it, it never turned out the same.