I remember when I was about 8 years old, I wasn't feeling well and my dad had the day off, so he let me stay home from school. He took me into the 22nd Street Station for breakfast. At the time the cafe was called Ye Olde Coffee Shop. Although it goes by a different name now, the welcoming, homey environment remains the same. I will always remember how kind Cindy was as I walked in dressed in my footy pajamas.