A successful landing was not always guaranteed. All he had to do was recall his initial attempts soon after purchasing the house.  The first was not only painful but embarrassing as well.  Oskar had been so focused on the open window with the sheer, billowing white curtain inside that he neglected to retract his wings.  With his wingspan, impact with the frame was both impressive and painful.  Entry was cruelly denied, as he found himself on his back, staring up at the blue sky.  Scrambling to his talons, he stood on the roof glaring at the beckoning access, as if it was all the window’s fault for his own absentmindedness.  Luckily, this all took place at the back of the house, so there were no witnesses.  As expected, there was mild to medium bruising the next day.<br/><br/>His second crack of a smooth, graceful touchdown was just as comical as the first, if not more so.  Upon approach, Oskar was more determined than ever to nail it, as he agonizingly remembered his faux pas from before.  This time, he was so fixated on his wings that a minor case of misjudgment proved to be his downfall.  His plan was to draw in his wings and let momentum guide him inside.  One problem: Bad timing.  Wings were withdrawn just a wee bit too soon, and he ended up bonking himself on the lower section of the window frame.  Rolling down the slightly slanted roof, he found himself scrabbling for purchase, finally succeeding a few feet from the roof’s edge.  The indignity of it all!<br/><br/>After that, his plan for ingress was quite simple.  Land on the roof.  Flutter up to the window sill.  Hop inside.  So much for a Tomcat and its beautiful landings.  The good news about all this was that there was no more bruising to be had.<br/><br/>Breakfast still front and center in his mind, his clothing for the day consisted of blue jeans, a long-sleeve black t-shirt, and a pair of his favorite<i>Doc Martens.  </i>House keys in pocket and front door locked, he began the three-block walk to<i>Grace’s Café.  </i>The restaurant always did good business, while weekends were the busiest of all.  So Oskar was somewhat surprised to see it was only half-full, as he neared the front glass doors.  Shrugging, he thought, Cool. More places to sit then.<br/><br/>Entering the café, greetings rained down on him like a spring shower.  He knew everyone in the establishment, from patrons to staff.  No sooner had he seated himself in a corner booth, than Grace herself was there to take his order.  “So what can I get my favorite teacher this fine morning?” she inquired.  “The usual?”  Oskar laughed and teased back, “I bet you say that to all the boys.”  Not missing a beat, she quickly replied with a wink, “Only the handsome ones, love.”<br/><br/>“Actually Grace, I think I’m gonna live on the edge today,” he stated with a laugh, as she raised a brow accompanied by a smirk.  “I’ll go with two waffles and maple syrup, two slices of bacon and a sausage patty, and a large orange juice, please.”  There was no menu to retrieve from him, since he just about knew it by heart anyway.  “Coming right up, sweetie,” she cheerfully said while making her way toward the kitchen to place his order.<br/><br/>Prior to diving into his iPhone for last night’s scores, he glanced around the eatery, returning waves and nods to those too far away to speak to without raising his voice.  As he did so, he spied an attractive woman with pale blonde hair, sitting alone.  She was intently studying the menu.  Can’t say I blame her, Oskar thought, there’s so much good stuff to choose from, while at the same time acknowledging that he didn’t know everyone here, after all.  Before his meal arrived, scores and stats were next on his menu.