Roberts and Watson - The Red Yarmulke
Anything that’s not a Starbucks will do just fine for me. I was sitting at our usual curbside table at Picaso’s waiting - hot chai latte on the table, eyes fixed on today’s newspaper headlines.
It wasn’t long until Bob strolled up and flopped himself into the seat across from me.
I was about to berate him for being late - again - to our usual morning pre-work meeting, when I observed something over the top of my paper that blanked this from my mind.
“What – the heck – is that - on your head?” I asked.