Eb's Spanish lessons
The waitress had just refilled my coffee cup when a familiar character slid into the opposite side of the coffee shop booth. It was my old buddy, Eb Griper. I’m not saying Eb has a sour personality but he can curdle a pitcher of cream just by staring at it. “Morning, Eb,” I offered. “Yep,” Eb said glumly. “Bad day?” “Is there any other kind?” “Boy,” I said, “you can make a Friday seem like a Monday. Why so glum?” “Hilda.” “And what did Hilda do to upset you today?” Eb sighed. “She decided I need more culture.” “And you believe ...