Morning coffee seemed like a good idea. I never have a regular sleeping schedule, I had 18 holes ahead of me (for the first time in two years), and it was 7 in the morning.
My father says hi to man behind the register. He asks about me.
“I live in the Bay Area,” I respond.
“Oh? You go to school there?” (I get that a lot.)
“No, I work there.”
My father then says to me, “This is Ivan. He calls me ‘Uncle’ so that makes him your cousin. That’s how it works, isn’t it?”
Ivan laughs.
[Habits and more breakfast memories after the jump.]
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