The MFJS Reporter — Winter 2020 T-R

I cursed myself for not leaving enough time to find parking on a blistering cold morning in Cherry Creek. I frantically swung open the door to a quaint little breakfast spot. I found a gentleman that was dressed to the tees patiently waiting for me while responding to emails. He could see the embarrassment on my face and quipped, “Five more mins and you would have ate alone.” He said with a smirk.