A friend and I were driving up the coast to San Simeon when it hit me that we would be driving near the home of my dear cousin and her four beautiful daughters in the quaint seaside town of Cambria. I asked my friend is she would be willing to stop and “meet part of my family.” She agreed and I slightly altered our course with a new heading to my cousin’s home. After arriving, we went in to meet everyone and, as is rather typical in my extended family, ended up in the warm, inviting kitchen. My mother’s family is Norwegian and instead of blood flowing in our veins, we have coffee. As we stood in the kitchen, we were finally confronted by one of my cousin’s daughters with the inevitable question of “Would you like some coffee?” My friend who was not a serious coffee drinker, spoke before I was able to accept and she said, “No thank you.” The ensuing moment was something out of an episode of the Twilight Zone where someone clicks a switch and time stops and everyone free