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I was accosted at Starbucks by a guy I know who reads my blog. Why, has always been a mystery since he seems to HATE everything I write. As I was putting in my customary 25 packets of sugar into … Continue reading
It’s early and rainy, forgoing my run, instead, heading to Starbucks a few blocks away. Though the door is open, no one is in the front, so I patiently wait trying not to steal any cookies that are all winking … Continue reading
It’s 6 A.M. and I’m en route to the train, my neighborhood slowly waking up. Starbucks has just opened, Jose is at his cart busy arranging his donuts, and there’s a short, chubby Latino fellow standing beside a taco truck … Continue reading
I’m in Starbucks when the guy with no legs rolls in, in his dilapidated wheelchair. He’s been off the street for a while, thank God, but now is back. I think someone comes, every now and then, to clean him … Continue reading
As I’m attempting to exit Starbucks via their backdoor, a cup of coffee in each hand, using my rear to push it open, I can’t. The hinges have been recently changed, so as I’m pushing, the door just won’t budge. … Continue reading
I’m often asked, why I get up so early everyday, when I don’t have to? It’s my quotidian routine…the daily, typical details of my life, we all have. Mine just begins at 4. It’s what we’re used to, those buoys … Continue reading
This was not meant as a racist remark, but Beulah, when I was growing up, was the most famous African American maid on the planet often referred to as the black Hazel, though in those politically incorrect days the term … Continue reading