I drink entirely too much coffee, and I'll be the first to admit it. Two mediums a day... it's probably the equivalent of 4 or 5 regular cups. But, I can't do without it it, and why should I?
Tonight, on my way back to work after dinner, I stopped at the Dunkin' Donuts near home (by the way - what a disappointment while in Southern California this year to find no Dunkin' Donuts). They know me well enough that often, my coffee is poured and ready by the time I'm at the counter.
As is often the case, especially after being on TV for over 19 years on the same station, I was recognized. It was a young black man. He was wearing flashy 'bling' and an elastic type head covering on this awful, drippy, day.
When he spoke, it was obvious that he was well educated and a man, not a child. He had the confidence that comes with maturity.
His name is Aaron Hawkins and he grew up here in town. Now, he's in the Army, repairing tanks. His home base is in Georgia, but he's just back from Iraq.
We talked a little about the war (I worry about this Vietnam wannabe war, fought mostly by men of color, without a draft). There are too many historical analogs.
Then, as I was about to leave, he reached in his pocket, pulled out his wallet and started to thumb through the bills. He pulled one out, smiled, and gave it to me... a 250 Dinar note with Saddam Hussein's picture. Current value, around $.20.
I'm sure Saddam saw the proofs, asked to have his hair darkened and a little taken off the jowel... or maybe the artist knew for his own safety that flattery was the best policy.
Whatever the case, it was a great gift from Aaron. I'm glad I got to meet him.
