Recently, I’ve been thinking about an older couple who would visit a coffee shop I used to work at many years ago. For a while, they would come in fairly regularly, about every other week. The gentleman was especially conspicuous to me because of his demeanor; This guy was always beaming and smiling with an almost a childlike excitement as he ordered. Once he got his drink he would take a moment to appreciate it… close his eyes, smell it, and take a sip. Then he would look across the bar with a big grin, brag about the skills of the barista… about how good his drink was and what an amazing job they did. Every time he walked in the door, it was a similar interaction. He would be smiling, and gracious. Always took the time to taste his beverage and connect with the people around him. The last time I remember seeing him, the shop wasn’t too busy… no unrelenting line of zombie-eyed people out the door demanding to be caffeinated. So, I took the opportunity to talk to him. I told him ho