Dear Mr. Caribou Man,
Every Monday through Friday I see you at Caribou around 8am. You always sit in the comfortable chairs across from me. You take a sip of your coffee and then a sip of water and then you repeat. Sometimes you read the newspaper, some days you have a friend that joins you, some days you ponder into space. I wish I knew your story. That's all.
*I feel like I need to make it clear that my Mr. Caribou Man is at least in his 70's and not at all a secret crush of mine. But I do have a secret grandpa crush on him.