A coffee shop can be a “home” away from home. For the price of a cup of coffee one can just be, hangout, find solitude with others, for reading, for ones thoughts, or for observing human nature expressed in behavior and the dress of patrons. Coffee Shops are essential public spaces. My customary spot…
It was dark when I walked in the door here at Safai Coffee shop on Bardstown Road in Louisville. At 7AM just myself and two baristas compose the crowd. There is comfort to darkness. The relative quiet of morning with slight traffic noise leaves the mind undisturbed. We need darkness. Darkness is context for…
It’s Sunday morning in Louisville Ky. A short walk from the BNB I found Safai Coffee open at 7AM. Southern towns are sleepy on Sunday morning and Louisville is no exception, though Louisville qualifies as a small city. In the South on a Sunday morning, I feel that I ought to be in church. …
“Who dares despise the day of small things,……” –Zechariah 4:10 niv I cannot recall beginning a post with a quotation from the prophets of the Old Testament. These words strike me as fitting. Today I responded to a request from a long term customer. While working on site in a remodeled space that will…
We leave for wherever history takes us. Preceded. Followed. –Etel Adnan, Night I watched a program on the discovery of the wreck of the USS Indianapolis last night. A team of scientists funded by Paul Allen found the Indianapolis on the bottom of the Philippine Sea lying at a dept of 18,000 feet. The…
The weekend offered a gift of beautiful weather to those living in the Midwest. Yard work on Saturday morning, clearing the garden patch of the remaining tomato vines, and dying squash plants. The afternoon was spent in conversation with friends in Long Grove. We chatted with Michael at Buffalo Creek Brewery, sampled two of…
Starbucks on a Sunday morning. The sun shines in the windows like a strong god. To the South two days drive by car, Poseidon strikes the ground with his trident. Storm surge, extreme winds lash the keys, and the Florida mainland. Those who have not fled hunker down and pray. And so it goes…
Poseidon brought back. Hurricane Irma, a gargantuan storm is about to engulf Florida. The news prompted memory of eleven days spent on a freighter traveling from San Francisco to Yokohama, Japan. Several days outside of Japan our ship, loaded with supplies for the Vietnam war passed through the tail end of a hurricane. The…
We attended the Walworth County Fair. I look forward to the drive to Elkhorn Wisconsin. The fair is one of the few remaining old fashioned agriculturally-based county fairs. While inside the homemaking arts exhibit building I noticed a individual standing at a computerized sewing machine. She was guiding the sewing head lazer dot, tracing…
I often encounter Reno, a friend, while attending to reading and writing at Starbucks. We’ve shared satisfying exchange of stories on a number of occasions. Certainly we do not know a lot about each other. But the insight gained through the story telling has effected a change within my personality, my mode of being….
