Every week, I join my parents before work at a local restaurant for coffee and breakfast.  We always meet at the same place and sit at the same table.  We have been doing this for years. None of this is important except that one of my favorite things about being a regular at this restaurant is chatting with the other regulars.  They are lovely mostly older people who I wouldn’t have met in any other way.  It’s one of the little things that makes me love living in Salt Lake City.  It’s just a big little town.  And all the Coffee Drinkers (i.e. the Non-Mormons) start out with a lot more in…