I'm no Starbucks groupie, but I seem to find myself here just a little too often. The coffee is fine, my dog likes the classic crumble cake, and it's a convenient place to pick up a newspaper. But the reason I come here every day is because of the crowd: This is not your usual ""I wear black because my SUV-driving soul is black"" Starbucks crowd. These are people who show up in their pajamas, unshaven, looking to chat for hours about out-of-body experiences and power tools with whoever happens to wander by. Go between 8-11am on a Saturday morning, sit on the stoop, and just enjoy the conversations.
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