Arvin walked into a little diner one day, sitting at the bar, he looked around the little place, checking it out, it was nice for the time, people of all colors were allowed in there, which was odd and different for it being mid the 1960s. But good. Arvin thought it was plain silly for people to be separated based on their skin colors. The lord loved his people equally.

“What can I get you, sir?” This pretty young woman asked, holding a notepad and pad in her hand and Arvin was intrigued, he gave a smile and nodded,

“Just a coffee and uh…what would you recommend? You seem to know the place well.” he said gently, finding the atmosphere of the place calming and how everyone seemed to be family here or so close at the very least.