Pretty tough to prepare your own breakfast at 4 a.m. when you're 600 miles away from home and enroute to a duck blind. While I think the writer's "comparison" of a Waffle House to a Christian church and heaven is silly, it is a small comfort that Waffle Houses are usually a constant, regardless of their location. And, at least in the case of those in the Deep South, they know how to cook decent coffee and grits. Not great, but decent.

May God bless America and those who defend her.