We were eatin’ our breakfast and I couldn’t help but watch Ms. Pancakes as she flitted around from table to table, asking people if everything was OK, if they wanted more coffee, and such.  She floated around like a red-headed hummin’ bird movin’ in slow motion to a Frank Sinatra song.   Buddy was pourin’  the syrup on his French toast and I was wonderin’ if my Florida orange juice really was fr…