My Bompa was in the habit of folding a papertowel
two-ways and placing it between his coffee mug and
saucer. He trained me in the method the summer I
clerked for him, the law practice of his retirement
staged at the dining room table, my legal training
inadequate outside the ability to type 75 wpm and
deliver his coffee as he liked it.
I do it now often myself with napkins in cafes
because I like the way it deadens the clink of the cup
hitting saucer, the way it catches the drips, the way
it reminds me of him.
Posting by cameraphone from the Laughing Goat
in Boulder, Colorado.