You’re in 1994, in a diner. A hear jazzy tune playing throughout the diner, you smell the golden pancakes being made with a smell of sweet powdered sugar. The chatter of others around you, the clattering of the pans and dishes being washed. Waiters walk from table to table asking for orders and enjoyment levels. You sit down with a steamy coffee and hot cakes in front of you. Maple syrup drizzled on the golden hot cakes. Eating alone to give you a relaxed feel for the following monday coming up. You hum the tune of the jazz piano and take sips of your coffee while wandering off into that head of your thinking of plans, school, work, and other things that keeps you occupied in the vivid mind of yours. It’s a calming place to reduce that built up stress you may have had. What a remarkable place to be.