Category Archives: Starbucks

When Humility Pays a Call

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

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Best Line of the Week

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

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Things Could Be Worse

I’m in Starbucks obsessing over some concerns I have. I know enough, when I’m in this place, to compose an immediate gratitude list to bail myself out of my ceremonial self-pity. Before I could whip out my notebook, a woman … Continue reading

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Quotidian…An Unremarkable Word

 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

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Beulah Comes Alive

 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

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Best Story of the Week

 It’s the day of our huge snow storm.  I have just made an attempt to do an errand, I can’t do, since the wind practically lifts me off my feet. Trudging home, holding on to things including a much obliging … Continue reading

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A Dull Utterance

A friend or foe, depending how you take it, said my daily utterances, as they put it, have become a tad dull. Excuse me, while I slip my head in the oven. They miss my monthly Carlyle pieces, and I … Continue reading

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Friendship a Bloomin’

The Latino woman preceding me most days in the Starbuck’s line, along with the African American cook who works for a rich family on Fifth, have become fast friends. I’ve been watching it unfold, this funny friendship you’d never expect … Continue reading

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A Not Nice New York

I live on the Upper East Side in the middle of a pretty block. If you go west, all is clean and peaceful, doormen sweeping, hosing down the pavement.  Seasonal flowers planted on each esplanade. However, if you go east, … Continue reading

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Lucky Dog

Lucky is a 15 year-old toy poodle who’s on his way to the dentist to have a tooth pulled. He belongs to Mr. Brooks Brothers, the man I see in Starbucks most mornings. I first saw them one Sunday more … Continue reading

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