Mid-Afternoon. Raining. Mall. Coffee Shop. Two men. Older. Fit. Groomed. Talking

Mid-Afternoon. Raining. Mall. Coffee Shop.

Two men. Older. Fit. Groomed. Talking.

Sounds like Italian or Spanish – Must be Portuguese.

Ask if I can sit near them. They smile. Invite me.

I thank them. Sit, pull out my laptop.

They engage. I engage. We talk as men. About nothing.

Meaning, everything. That we are men.

This is what we have lost in America.