... more "My Three Hours"
On our way to the beach, we stopped for breakfast in the first floor of this old church. Elenka needs it. Yogurt and cereal stuff, or a bagel and cream cheese. She needs it. Me? Give me a cup of java, and I'm good to go. This morning I broke down and bought a blueberry muffin, my favorite. Mistake. It was very dry and not very satisfying. Food critic? I'm sounding like Marchin. Sheesh! Now, I'm not a big church guy, but I do enjoy checking out old churches, especially if I can get a cup of coffee to go. I have passed this church countless times but not from this angle.