Morning Decaf With a Biker.

“I like my coffee black, my beer from Germany, wine from Burgundy, the darker, the better. I like my heroes complicated and brooding, James Dean in oiled leather, leaning on a motorcycle. You know the color. ("Ode to Chocolate")” ― Barbara Crooker

I had decaf with a biker this morning—an ominous and quite surly sort of fellow.

We talked about life and politics and things...and then he bought me one of those miniature egg sandwiches

And, then I asked him about all of his military patches, I was most interested in the purple heart he had pinned to his hat.

"I got that in 'nam," he said somewhat matter of factly "pulled three of my buddies off of a field"

What he didn't include were the words, "under heavy enemy fire"—because,
real heroes never really have to.

So, I asked him directly, "How did you do that? What went through your head?"

To which he replied,

"Not much, I was stoned out of my gourd."

Apparently, his buddies look a bit like smooth leather balls on a high school football field.

This is sometimes how I spend mornings. People sometimes ask me, "Where do you find your inspiration?"

To which I replied,

"Inspiration is all around me...including a simple cup of morning decaf."

namaste on this, a most beautiful day.