A quaint little coffee cafe hidden at the bottom of Fort Mason Park on the edge or in the corner of a small public library old old book store I am not sure which it is, but it’s quaint like I said. Nevertheless, it thrives almost out of sight and out of mind most certainly off the beaten path. Weekends seem to be the best economically and the weekdays just barely with regulars gathering in the cafe not just to socialize but to do homework an or browse the day away. As they go about their business they occasionally raise and eyebrow to checkout what is going on around them. The gaze I get sometimes makes me wonder what is really on their minds don’t they have calculus or philosophy homework to do. Others I just wonder who or what they are hiding from in this bayside refuge. Maybe they are hiding from the homeless that graze through the park trash cans looking for plastic bottles and aluminum cans to turn into the recycler for a few quarters that can but a little dinner or whole bottle of inexpensive alcohol who knows what else these days change can buy I am scared to death to ask them envisioning a crazy person turning wild on me. Getting back to the library of books. I would browse too if I could figure out how the books are organized. Are the books stored by title or author, or maybe it is by color, I seem to have noticed a pattern before it all turned grey on me.
April 17, 2011
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