Espresso, Violence, and North Platte - to be continued
It is huge, comfy if you like to be surrounded by reminders of our exploitation of the world's people. I am hurrying to do my internet work - I've parked right out front.
An old white man comes barreling in shouting "someone oughta bomb that truck out there". He's heading to a table with a pair of equally old white folks, a male and female. She is silent, he starts chuckling in agreement.
Later, as I'm walking outside to leave, I hear yet another old white woman say to the street she wishes she had a can of spray paint.
I tell her what an improvement she is, I think, for the last fellow wanted to bomb the truck.