I was sitting in the coffeehouse and a Blue Moon delivery truck outside was casting a bright glare into the coffeehouse. It made me thirsty for beer.
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I was sitting in the coffeehouse and a Blue Moon delivery truck outside was casting a bright glare into the coffeehouse. It made me thirsty for beer.
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There are a couple of big, black restaurant booths in Exotic Java. They must be made of pleather. Anyway, they’re making the back of my legs sweat.
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Some days you need a LARGE Red Eye instead of a medium. This is one of those days.
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It is amazing how incredibly rude people can be. Within sight in the coffeehouse I see one woman working on her laptop, but she placed her coffee and pastry on the next table so now other patrons cannot use it. And two tables over are several people talking so loudly that I had to put on my headphones to listen to White Stripes. And I can still hear them. Thoughtlessness really should be a misdemeanor.
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Could really use some hot coffee right now. I’m sitting in the Troke Branch Library in Stockton – within view of Exotic Java, no less – and the air conditioning is turned up so high that I’m considering breaking up the furniture to start a bonfire.
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A young woman just walked into the coffeehouse wearing a gold braided headband, a purple dress and pink plastic sandals. I have an urge to ask her which superhero she is.
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It’s a pleasant feeling to come into a coffeehouse you haven’t visited in a while and the barista recognizes you, says “Hey, you haven’t been around lately” and still remembers your drink of choice. Thanks Exotic Java.
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I’m sitting outside Exotic Java with a Red Eye – coffee with a double shot of espresso, not the medical condition – checking email, LinkedIn and Facebook, and enjoying the clear blue sky and gentle breeze. Except for the exhaust from the passing traffic, it’s not a bad place to be.
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Spotted my new very favorite service – coffee delivery van. They deliver coffee to offices and other gatherings. I don’t think you can go wrong with a service like that.
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I skipped the coffeehouse today and now am regretting it. I’m struggling to keep my eyelids open. … And I’m listening to Dana Owens and she’s singing “Close Your Eyes.” I just can’t win.
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Knitting is not a lost art. Some traditions continue. There is a young woman – early 20s, I’m guessing – who is sitting on the couch at the coffeehouse knitting. Another young woman – also in her early 20s – has been in empresso before knitting. Juxtapose the laptop computers and techno music is a little odd, perhaps, but not too much.
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Want to know about the origins of the phrase “cup of joe”? Yahoo! Answers asked the question and someone pointed them in the direction of a U.S. Navy website on naval traditions. We use “cup of joe” because:
“Josephus Daniels (May 18, 1862-January 15, 1948) was appointed Secretary of the Navy by President Woodrow Wilson in 1913. Among his reforms of the Navy were inaugurating the practice of making 100 Sailors from the Fleet eligible for entrance into the Naval Academy, the introduction of women into the service, and the abolishment of the officers’ wine mess. From that time on, the strongest drink aboard Navy ships could only be coffee and over the years, a cup of coffee became known as ‘a cup of Joe.’”
http://www.navy.mil/navydata/traditions/html/navyterm.html#joe
Now we all know where it comes from.
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Lovey-dovey couples in the coffeehouse are annoying to a guy who hasn’t had a date in a while. I’m just saying.
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People are escaping the triple-digit heat of the San Joaquin Valley by coming into empresso for a cold drink. I’ve been here all day doing the very same thing.
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Small worlds come together in the coffeehouse. There is a woman at a nearby table talking to a guy and the conversation is about Mendocino on California’s North Coast and the area around Bridgeport, Calif., including the ghosttown Bodie and nearby Yosemite National Park.
My first job as a newspaper editor was in the town of Mendocino. I could stand up at my desk and look out onto the Pacific Ocean. I was paid horribly, but there were benefits to living in such a beautiful area.
And for years friends and I camped at a placed called Annette’s Mono Village on Twin Lakes just outside of Bridgeport. Annette’s is on the backside of Yosemite. Again, a beautiful, beautiful places.
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The playlist at the coffeehouse included Isaac Hayes’ “Shaft.” I nearly hared the lyrics with my Facebook friends, but realized that some of the words might be words and phrases have a different meaning today. Ah, well, it is all about context.
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A guy who looks exactly like David Crosby just came into empresso. … Or maybe it IS David Crosby.
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The educational system in this country is letting down a lot of people. A guy in empresso just now commented on my hat – Boston Red Sox cap – and I said that I had grown up in New England.
“Oh, really! I’ve heard there’s a lot of great music in the UK.”
“No, I grew up in NEW England. Not the UK.”
“What’s the difference?”
“New England. It’s made up of the states of Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut, and Rhode Island.”
“Oh …”
For crying out loud, people! New England and the Atlantic states are the R&D labs for this experiment called the United States of America. It is a hugely important part of this country.
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The hot temperatures mean I’ve switched to iced green tea. Doesn’t have the same punch as coffee. Ah, well. …
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Stockton, you never fail to dazzle and amaze. … A man in his 60s or 70s just walked into the coffeehouse wearing a very short skirt. And, no, it in no way resembled a kilt. … He looks a little bit like Walter Matthau.
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My name is Keith Michaud and this is “Letters From Away,” a blog written by a Mainer living outside the comfortable and sane confines of New England. The blog is intended for Mainers, whether they live in the Pine Tree State or beyond, and for anyone who has loved ’em, been baffled by ’em or both. Ayuh, I am “from away.” Worse still, I live on the Left Coast – in California. Enjoy! Or not. Your choice.
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