Category Archives: Starbucks
Table For Three?
I’ve come to resent the phone, how they’ve taken over the earth like aliens from another planet. Between dodging those scrolling in your path, to no one paying attention to anything but Facebook, I’ve had it. But what … Continue reading
Caffeinated Observations
Tuesday 11:00 a.m. Starbucks I just had to get out and due to icy streets, couldn’t go far. But being the optimist, am just happy to be here armed with my notebook and a Venti Latte courtesy … Continue reading
When You Want To Smack Mother Nature
It feels as if I’m trapped in a snow globe, or under house arrest since the city is paralyzed. I keep staring out the window looking for a sign of life that’s as still as a Currier and Ives … Continue reading
There’s Snow Place Like Home
Monday New York City looks like the aftermath of a wild party…snow banks on every corner, ice making walking risky, yet the sidewalks are still packed with people charging like bulls. It takes me twice the time to get to … Continue reading
Give Us Our Daily Dread
Starbucks 88th and Third 2 p.m. BIRR and then some. The cold kept me in until I couldn’t stand it anymore, cabin fever setting in. My plan was to go further than the corner, but the wind … Continue reading
Observations
I’m in Starbucks eavesdropping. It’s the day after the election so it’s interesting what I’m hearing and in this case, seeing. There’s an old geezer in a Fuck Mamdini hoodie, a MAGA button pinned to the front … Continue reading
Observations
I’m walking up Lexington Avenue. I’ve learned when feeling low, go out. Or as they say in 12 Step…move a muscle, change a thought. It’s colder than I thought so I’ve been weaving in and out of … Continue reading
Boobs In A Venti cup
Starbucks Mid Afternoon Every time I vow to drink less coffee, drink more. Never fails. Doesn’t it keep you awake? I’m often asked. Nope. I could have a latte seconds before closing my eyes like it was warm milk … Continue reading
Life In The Tropics
92 degrees If there was ever a time I’d opt to go topless, it’s now. A friend called to meet him in the Park around noon, and after I said…ARE YOU CRAZY? ran to the nearest Starbucks … Continue reading
Starbucks On Ice
It’s 92 degrees out, a coat the last thing you’d grab leaving the house. As I wait for my Latte think, you can hang meat in here. Luckily I have a sweater tied around my waist, more of … Continue reading



