"Hi, I'm coming home tomorrow. I'm taking the 5:45 bus in, and the 11:15 bus out. Want to have breakfast around 9?
If Alexander hadn't mentioned breakfast, I'd have thought he was talking PM not AM.
"Why are you coming in?"
"I have a prescription I have to fill at the pharmacist."
I don't bother asking my son why he doesn't have a pharmacist yet in Philly.
"Sure," I respond. I'll never pass up an opportunity to see my son.
At 8:30 this morning I get a call.
"Hi; I'm here. I'll come home first. I need to charge my phone."
I 'spose that's a good enough reason.
But since he's here, I manage to get Alexander to reluctantly agree to a picture.
We walk two blocks to a local diner called The Green Kitchen.
We order the breakfast special less half the things it comes with.
Two eggs instead of three. And no potatoes for me.
Alexander choses grits instead of potatoes, thinking grits are something other than what they are.
Once he sees them (a big bowl of white mush) he knows he won't eat them.
The waiter generously offers to replace them with home fries.
Breakfast is great (the company, not the food).
I get to see my son for less than an hour. Still, it's a nice surprise.
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