The Last Dance at Sunrise CaféFor fifty years, the Sunrise Café had opened its doors at 5 a.m., not just for coffee, but for the waltz. It was a tradition started by its original owners, Arthur and Clara. Long after they retired, their son, Leo, kept the ritual alive. Every morning, as the first rays of sun hit the worn checkerboard floor, Leo would put a worn vinyl record on the old player, and the few pre-dawn regulars would pause. He would then take his wife, Eliza, in his arms, and they would dance. One song. Every single day.It was