This is the upper half of my receipt for a senior coffee at McDonalds. McDonalds is at the turnaround point of my daily walk. What you don’t see is 88¢ plus 7¢ tax, or 95¢ for a small cup of coffee. Of course, an enormous cup is $1.00 plus 8¢ tax and comes with a free refill. So it makes no sense to save 12¢ plus tax on a small cup of coffee, except that I don’t usually drink even a full cup. I savor the first half and throw the second half away. It’s hard to explain, but I seem to enjoy ordering a senior coffee. The receipt struck me as odd because when we traveled to Glendora years ago to see Amie’s mother — Amie was my girlfriend for twenty long years — I came up with excuse after excuse to wait for them at Cafe 222 while they shopped. Shopping with them was more horrible than death itself. It was a wonderful coffee house located at 222 N. Glendora Ave., and I loved the name. They also had a very engaging business card. I Googled that address a few minutes ago and discovered it has since become The Red Lounge Hookah & Crepe Cafe. Could I make that up? It’s strange how little things like the number on a receipt are capable of calling up troves of memory. If I try to remember anything about Glendora, it’s mostly bad. Though the fault may be mine and not Glendora's. But the number 222 makes me remember only warm, happy thoughts. If I could just figure out how that works and write it down, I think it would be a lesson we could all benefit from.