With a few free hours on a rainy afternoon, I decided to indulge in my favorite home away from home. I haven’t been here for several weeks, so I thought it would be nice to grab a cup of the best in town and see if I can get any thoughts to pass through these fingers.
When it’s like 100 degrees and the front door to the place is wide open, one might imagine that a sensible person would think better of the idea, or find a nice, cool Starbucks to visit. But not me. Oh, no. I’m nothing if not persistent (read stubborn). I even got a nice, hot cup of coffee. And had to come to my favorite corner upstairs. How many shirt buttons does one need to keep fastened to be considered appropriately dressed?