“Observe, don’t absorb.”
Words from the barista, Roger, as he hands me my almond milk latte with a shot of hazelnut. Roger doesn’t approve of hazelnut shots. Grown up milkshake, he calls it.
“I’d have your photo up on the Do Not Serve wall if this was my place,” he informs every time I order it. Continue reading
“What’re thoughts on this Elon Musk fella, Barnaby? Do you know who I’m talking about?”
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“Do you remember when we used to look forward to summer days like these, Barnaby?”
Elsie and I, out on our regular saunter, have popped into a local coffee shop to escape the sweltering heat and suck up an iced beverage as well as the air-conditioning. It’s hot. 
Hot and humid. Mind-altering sticky, muggy. Tropical. Continue reading