Robert Johnson lay in bed with his eyes open and listened to the weathered coffee pot whistling in pain from the hot liquid brewing inside. The kitchen was only a few feet away from the bedroom so it was easy for Robert to hear the coffee brew. The local disc jockey’s voice infiltrated the home through an old Casio boom box, “It’s going to be a scorcher! 102 degree high for today with temperatures expected to get higher later in the week.” said the over enthusiastic disc jockey. It was Tuesday and Robert was going through his morning routine. His wife and daughter were on a “mom-daughter” vacation, so they were enjoying their time together and he was home alone. The routine started with him picking up the newspaper that was delivered on his front porch, drinking his coffee and thinking of the things he wanted to accomplish throughout the day.
The house phone rang and Robert picked it up after the third ring. “Hello,” he said with a groggy morning voice. “Oh, hey Joe. How’s it going?” Robert had a confused look on his face; he then took a sip from his coffee mug that read World’s Greatest ATM! in bold black letters (It was a gift from his daughter). Joe’s voice echoed through the telephone speaker. Continue reading
