The Fun Continues

In April 2010, a group of retired senior citizens (e.g., geezers) asked me to join them for coffee at JJ’s Donut Shop in Monterey Park, California. I did. One year later, I am still the newest member of the group. From this you can tell they are extremely selective, have high standards, high expectations ...and low morals. The youngest member is fifty-eight; the oldest, eighty-eight. The rest, about a dozen men, are somewhere in between.

To become a member, you must still be living. On this point, the men are adamant. Absolutely no exceptions.

As far as I know, I meet this requirement. I also bring one other quality to the table: I am a writer. This pleased most of the men when we first met, but it did upset one. “Writers,” he groused. “We don’t need no stinking writers.” Within six months of joining this band of aging brothers, I had enough material for a very successful book, Coffee at JJ’s. It's available now on Amazon.com and BN.com.

In this blog I am recording the more recent misadventures of these men. Much of this material will probably be included in the sequel, Refills at JJ's: Group Therapy for Geezers.

If you visit us at JJ’s Donut Shop (corner of Garfield and Riggin in Monterey Park, California) any morning between 8:00 and 10:30, we’ll be happy to pour salt in your coffee, steal your donuts, or spread a few nails on the ground near your car. So I suppose I should warn you: this is a rowdy, rambunctious group of geezers.

. . . On second thought, you'll find that out for yourself in the next installment.