COFFEE, CAFE, JAVA, JO, MOCHA JAVA JOE, BREW, KAVA
Excuse me—I will be sooooo busy for the next week or so while Mertie and I move that I may make no more entries for awhile—or few. Part of the time, of course, this computer will be in a moving van. The blog will languish. I'm excited to be moving. I can't believe I'm moving again. I thought I would never move again. What!? I'm moving again? O, goodness! Paint this, dust that, move that, pack this, patch that, give that away, keep this, sell those, call them, call her too, no—call them, not them, them—this, that and the other.
Anyhow—the Starbuck's pictured below was the site of my first ever espresso drink. It's in a strip mall. We were living in an apartment on Bismark Avenue in northwest Spokane when I ventured in and asked the barrista to give me some sort of not too bitter espresso drink. I can't recall what it was, but it was not a mocha nor a latte. It was dark and rich, but I had to put some artificial sugar in because I am just not sweet enough as it is.
What do you think of them Gonzaga Bulldogs, pulling off the West Coast Conference championship! Without that big fellow at center? But, anyway, I think they got a bumb rap. All them alcoholics and boozers in DC don't make their favorite drug illegal, so I got nothing but contempt for their anti-drug laws. I do believe I've said that before on this very blog! O—well. Ticks me off. Fills me with contempt for the law, and that's not good.
See ya in the not too distant future!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!