So Cheryl and I hop into our 37-year-old Bronco 2 on a beautiful and breezy Spring morning, and motor off to a brand new breakfast spot on Redding’s eastern flank, the “newer” side, if you will. Of course, when we get there, it’s jam city, meaning cars are parked everywhere and anywhere. When we finally find a just vacated spot in the middle of nowhere , another couple pulls up, wanting what we want; classic scenario, huh? Being benevolent people that we are, we let ‘em h