Every time I find myself in Birmingham Alabama on a business trip, I make my way to Jack's for breakfast. The buttermilk biscuits are delicious. The coffee is good and hot. However, the real reason I keep going back is the endless group of old guys who sit around with the bottomless small cup of coffee talking each other silly. They share the news of the day, Alabama football, Nick Saban, Wives, Grandchildren, dirty no good politicians, and of course the daily dose of the latest ailment of each, described in great detail.
I enjoy the stories, the fascinating back and forth. Most times not one of them is even listening to the other. In fact, they seem to just talk over each other. Every once in a while... "What? I can’t make out anything your saying you crazy old man!" "Old, hell I'm no where's near you in age you coot!" and as the banter rages on one will say... "You guys hear about Bill? Dead last week, his heart." and they all go silent. Words slowly but quietly come back after a moment. Perhaps, they are pondering their own reality of the inevitable. After this brief pause one makes a comment about his 30 year old grandchild and decisions he made. Another adds, "People don't mature anymore, they just stay jackasses all their lives."
...and with that bit of wisdom I get up and head to my meeting.