I’ve been going to the same place for coffee in the mornings for many years. A year or more ago I ran into a friend there sitting with an older man. He introduced me and I always greeted him when I saw him. Since I’ve retired I’ve gone in later and started having my coffee there with this man who is 93 years old, was born across the street and knows everything and everyone. He’s an encyclopedia about Annapolis and specifically our part of town known as Eastport, which is on the other side of Spa Creek from downtown. Mr. Finkle or Bud lived on my street, he built his home there in 1954 before mine was built in 1957. We were neighbors for some time although I didn’t know. He sold his home about 10 years ago which is is at the other end of the street from me. He’s been retired from the Naval Academy for 33 years. He brings in pictures of the land the shopping center is on when it was farm land, of the way the water looked in the 1940’s, it’s fascinating to learn about what things were like then. I’m not a native we’ve only been in MD since 1984. He’s a WWII veteran, he was in the Seabees in the South Pacific, he enlisted at age 17 in 1942. His brother died at the Battle of Bulge. And that’s not all, the maintenance man for the shopping center, Walter also joins us, he’s only 77. He’s also extremely interesting, it seems there’s almost nothing in the manly arts he doesn’t know and can do. He’s also a blacksmith. He grew up in a military family and lived in Alaska as kid. He’s got great stories about polar bears and so forth. His son, John is also there frequently, he’s waterman. He’s out fishing/crabbing/oystering every day year around except right now due to ice. He helps his dad with some stuff where ladders are required like taking down the Christmas lights. There are a few others as well, and it’s become the highlight of my day. I never imagined I’d be an old man siting around drinking coffee and telling stories but, here I am.