When I was a young girl, my father and I would get breakfast some mornings at The Foothills Cafe, writes Abigail Webster. It was a special thing we would do. My father and I have polar opposite interests so he made it important we find things to do just the two of us. I always remember those trips fondly. And that includes the good food. We hadn’t been in some years, so I wanted to go and see how the place was doing. I looked around the cafe. The place I knew when I was a child. It was mostly the same: the light green walls with white trim, and the red door frame. One new thing was some photos on the wall. There was one of a man sitting in a chair. And another looking the same. The two men used to be regulars at Foothills Cafe. They have now passed away. Shari, the owner who took over full control of the Foothills early this year, knew them. She even told me what their orders were.