a cup of good faith

I had a well-timed surprise on Saturday morning. I had just finished eating my breakfast and browsing through my favorite blogs when I heard a knock on the door.


There stood my friend John. I had meant to call him all week to see if he and his wife were free for dinner. And there he was inviting me to brunch. Because I was egg-filled, I suggested getting a cup of coffee.


I have not been in a modern coffee house -- ever. Our little town is filled with them. But I do not like any food that begins with the letter "c" -- and coffee is high on the list. But I wanted to hear what was on John's mind, so coffee it was.


I once worked with John. He is one of those brilliant fellows with a doctorate in philosophy who always has some interesting take on the world.


John introduced me to Tamara de Lempicka -- or, rather to her art. Tamara had long been in the grave before either of us was born. For that reason alone, I shared my post: seducing tadeusz. Even though I write for myself, I still get a kick out of people enjoying my work. John was more than appreciative. Stopping me. Rolling phrases over the tongue.


And, of course, we had to discuss the reason for the post -- trying to keep voters' expectations within a semblance of reality.


John often despairs for the nation's future. And I am a good foil. I believe we are resilient enough to withstand almost any catastrophe.


Time slipped by amazingly fast. After almost two hours of argument (not the pejorative use), we needed to return to our respective lives.


But, more than anything, I realized that we had been talking about matters of religion, politics, social relations, and the economy, agreeing on almost nothing. But we did not shout. Did not attack the other person's motives. Did not insult each other (beyond the point Niles may have insulted Fraser). And I think I know why.


Earlier this month, in feasting without grace, I noted that any topic can be discussed as long as we assume that the other person is arguing in good faith. It does not mean that we must compromise our principles, only that I accept that the other person actually believes his position as much as I believe mine. Then we find common ground.


It was a delightful two hours with a friend whose integrity I value. Even if it did involve coffee.