Scene: Caribou Coffee

Today, 9:30 a.m., in the quiet section to the right of the counter: four newspaper readers, three laptop users, two paperback readers and one pair of earbuds.

Kind of nice that the paper/book readers outnumbered the techies for a few minutes.

Cafe Scene

Young man with shaved head looks up when someone says "bald man" to her companion...mom trying to rustle two small children and her large to-go cup, computer users and cell phones now common as lattes, a loud group inside makes me glad for a mild morning when I can sit outside...I'm not the only one; most of us on the patio are singletons happy with our own company...is the shaved head guy flirting with the girl now?...I'd love another mocha...

Street Scene, PIttsboro

Middle schoolers with and without jackets, books and backpacks...jackets, books and backpacks with and without middle schoolers...a line at the ice cream counter at S & T's...dogwoods in the yard of the Hall London House...the mural on the side of the old hotel...a fella on a motorcycle, one of them with bad indigestion...a little dog worried because his human just disappeared into a shop...the menagerie on the lawn at French Connection...the warmth of old brick...the mystery and intrigue of those tools in Roy's shop...the comfort of knowing where to get equestrian wear, a banjo, photos developed, a facial, good coffee..the bridal gowns in the thrift shop window...a visit to Pittsboro Toys and a chat about the BBS (me: "some of those people are crazy")...dark clouds in the west. Time to go home.