THINK the coffee shop down the block from me just last week opened up the little tables inside. I’m not a real big coffee person, but I get my thermos filled with black coffee and sit at one of the small tables that has an empty-for-distancing-reasons table next to me. Some familiar types are back. Art student types. And older folks like me who envy them their youth and dreams and their notebooks. I have been going into the shop for the three or four years it’s been open. But I always went after I’d held my sign on weekdays. It’s different for me this way with no sign. I miss the mission I had. It made the coffee taste better.
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