Teresa and I tried out a new place for lunch - the Firehouse Cafe. It's in an old firehouse, as if you couldn't guess that. I tried a burger, and it was okay.
They were doing a booming business, so I guess some people think it's better than just okay. I did love the sunlight coming through on the table, and on Teresa.
Most of the menu is devoted to breakfast, so hopefully I'll get to try that out soon.
I love going out to breakfast with someone. Seems like such a nice way to start the day. It rarely happens, however, because few people want to get up that early.
Tonight I went to a black history month event. It featured the African American male voices, a local gospel group I've always enjoyed.
Dr. Curtis McClinton spoke about his own life as a professional football player, as well as his early life, all while sporting a Super Bowl Ring.
He ended his presentation by singing "Old Man River." He had the deepest voice I've heard in a long time. I have to say that his presentation wasn't what I expected, from the content to the Super Bowl ring. But I guess that's part of the beauty of such an event - surprises.
