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I'm sitting in a little cafe, the kind old people eat at. The waitress has given me a menu and she has returned to get my order, but I'm still reading it. "Are you ready? Or are you still making up your mind?" "Oh, Ummm, I think I want a roast beef sandwich and some soup. What is the soup of the day?" I say. "Split pea. Do you want a cup or a bowl?" "A bowl." I say with a smile. Memories are flooding back to me at the men...