Annual Coffee and Haiku

Starring:

and Hank.

Sarah and I met up again, for what has become, a once a year face to face (half-day). I never know what's going to happen other than magnetic Haikus, the tradition that holds us together, and lends a name to this entry. At the coffee shop they had a pony wall that separated the dining room from the check out line, and on one side there was a chalk board. Pictured above is about as far as we got, with the help of a couple adorable six and three year old British lads (try and guess which were drawn by us and by them). Who, after a long discussion of Rugby and American Football, prized us with this:

There were many great haikus but few great photographs of haikus.

Sarah Simpson, currently pursuing her masters in education.

Hank Knaack, Art major?

I only manufactured paper words twice, and that's because they were originally in the pack (then lost) anyways.

Before for we said goodbye we attempted a shot together, but with no available employees and outlasting all patrons, I just set the camera on a timer and we decided to make a short story loosely based on the events of the day. Only, it would read like "perfect strangers connect in a modern day bohemian rest stop."

And we shook hands and said goodbye (for presumably) another year.