A few years ago when Dad was still alive, my brother and I'd take him to breakfast at the local diner.
It was fun to have him help pick out an older couple or a young family and anonymously buy their breakfast.
Keeping it secret gave him a big giggle.

When we were being nice to our neighbors, it made it hard to whine and grumble about our own troubles.

It rubs off too, Dad would occasionally have someone buy his breakfast when he went alone.

With Covid , it's easy to see our neighbors as a threat, instead of seeing them as people.

Thanks for the reminder and the happy memories of breakfast with Dad.

"Camping places fix themselves in your mind as if you had spent long periods of your life in them.
You will remember a curve of your wagon track in the grass of the plain like the features of a friend."
Isak Dinesen