This morning we met a good friend for coffee. Our history spans many years. John worked with her father fifty years ago. Then, in 1980, she became a co-worker at BC Transit. Thirty two years ago, she dreamt that we would have a baby boy and name him Adrian. At that time we weren't even pregnant!
Needless to say, she holds a special place in our hearts! Time flies when we're together. Although we don't manage to solve world conflicts, we do touch on a wide swath of subjects while sipping London Fogs and Americanos.
Our gathering place this morning was Wicked Cafe, almost kitty corner from the apartment. While convenient, it is not on my list of top choices because the coffee has a harsh flavour. The problem is that I want to like it. There is local artwork on the walls, the decor is low key and the staff are friendly. As a neighbourhood coffee house, it attracts young people with laptops who occupy space for hours. It is my theory that these "on-coffee-liners" hate sitting alone in their tiny apartments, do not own coffee making equipment or pay for their own internet connections.
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