tales from an ordinary world

2000-05-11

There's no good coffee in this part of town. I miss the Irish guy back at the old place - I could walk in, not have to say a word, and he'd hand me my coffee. It wasn't that I didn't have to speak, it was just that he remembered.

And now ? A coffee machine on another floor, a cafe across the road that's too busy to feel friendly, and the as yet not-fully-explored cafe inside the Insitute for the Blind.

In time, it'll all be home. Some day.