Where some folks might stare into a whiskey glass for a little contemplation and insight into life and human nature (particularly at the Silver Queen, my fictional Leadville saloon), I prefer a coffee mug.
Since my espresso con panna days at UC Berkeley I have found and continue to find solace in places where the coffee's strong and the caffeine level high.
Coffee houses are great places to read, write, ponder, be comfortably alone while comfortably surrounded, and (uh-oh, confession time) eavesdrop on nearby conversations (kind of puts things in perspective, sometimes).
Other people are there, life goes on, and with a good cuppa Joe in hand, how bad can life be?
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