The Kolding Caffe is graced with a number of plants, the largest of which is a palm tree that reaches all the way to the rafters. A couple of puny olive trees were added to the collection a year or so ago. Thin and rather bare, they look lost among the more opulent plants. This morning an old man dragged himself in with a cane, chose a table next to one of the olive trees, looked around for a place to put his cane, spotted the tree, and hung the cane on one of its spindly branches. The people sitting at a neighboring table sniggered quietly at the sight, but the poor olive tree suddenly got a purpose. At long last, it was vindicated, as it were. The other olive tree some distance away could only dream of such a felicitous turn of events.