I’ve taken a liking to coffee breaks in Starbucks. One of the things I’ve enjoyed about it is the friends I have made there. Heck, I thought I was just going for coffee, but inevitably it turned into a social event. One of the people I met was Chester.
Chester had worked for court Justices doing various chores, and I had mentioned how I did legal editing part-time. That unleashed a bunch of stories and eventually over the years I learned about his family and of his experiences in the Army and WWII as well. Chester walked slowly from his room at the nursing/assisted living home about 6 blocks from the Starbucks every day, so we developed an interesting friendship when we met. He liked to write poetry, limericks and short stories. We eventually were on the same venue at an open mic night. I was singing blues with a friend, and Chester read his poetry. His eyesight wasn’t so good, and he had a hard time finding the microphone, so we missed a lot of it due to his quiet, raspy voice. Later I managed to read some of his works and really enjoyed them. He always put himself down and minimized what he had written, but I liked it.
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