Frank and I walked over to Richard’s for coffee. His place is about 200 years old. The parking meter is new. The fresh firewood needs to be stacked with the neat pile to the right. It was so warm that we sat in the kitchen with the door open, and talked of the season to come, when we can sit outside and drink CRW (cheap red wine) in the late afternoon glow, while admiring the view and making one another laugh. We laughed.