Bob chuckled at the bottle-nose swimming lazily across the Bills mug beside him.
His Buffalo-born wife would not tolerate his “gaudy sports memorabilia” in her kitchen, so he’d been touched last year when, with a stained glass circle, she’d acknowledged his fanatic love for the Miami team.
She’d been on the road for a week now, promoting her newest book, and the kitchen reflected his temporary bachelorhood. Faced with a sinkful of dirty dishes and an immediate need for caffeine, team loyalty had vanished with the sunrise; he’d shamelessly abandoned the Dolphins in favor of the cabinet’s sole clean mug.
Things I See and Know 