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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
I thought the French press was something the French did in bed. Who knew it was an odd looking coffee pot. Certainly not me who spends a small fortune at Starbucks, which is why, I thought, I’ll just buy myself a … Continue reading
Starbucks 5 A.M. Believe it or not, there’s a line that luckily, is behind me. In walks Mr. Brooks Brothers, who I’ve written about (https://athingirl.com/2017/03/01/) perfectly pressed, in his usual hurry. He looks perplexed, with six customers ahead of him, … Continue reading
He’s a little under 6 feet, slim, erect, well at least his posture anyway, preceding me in the early morning coffee line like a well-heeled West Point Cadet, getting his double latte and New York Times with daily precision. He … Continue reading
Perhaps the title is a bit harsh, but I can’t stand those who arrogantly put their feet up on furniture, especially when it isn’t even theirs. It was noonish, on a peaceful Sunday, when I breezed into the library’s sacred … Continue reading
There I was, loping up 80th Street behind an old couple walking arm and arm while the man hummed Isn’t it Romantic (from the film Sabrina). As I was about to cruise past them, I looked at the woman and … Continue reading
There’s a kid working at a cafe I frequent I’ve come to know and like. He’s half Latino, half American Indian with shiny black hair braided down his back. To say he’s striking is an understatement, and he’s sweet to … Continue reading