According to Allen D—>
This small city sure is easy.
I walked one block to a nice Starbucks, and I am comfortably set up online already, with a cup of coffee on the table.
Incidentally, a few months ago, my sister Laurie in Albany NY turned me on to a good book that I really enjoyed titled “How Starbucks Saved My Life: A Son of Privilege Learns to Live Like Everyone Else” by Michael Gates Gill (Author).
Here is the Amazon.com write up on it—>
Now in paperback, the national bestselling riches-to-rags true story of an advertising executive who had it all, then lost it all—and was finally redeemed by his new job, and his twenty-eight-year-old boss, at Starbucks.
In his fifties, Michael Gates Gill had it all: a mansion in the suburbs, a wife and loving children, a six-figure salary, and an Ivy League education. But in a few short years, he lost his job, got divorced, and was diagnosed with a brain tumor. With no money or health insurance, he was forced to get a job at Starbucks. Having gone from power lunches to scrubbing toilets, from being served to serving, Michael was a true fish out of water.
But fate brings an unexpected teacher into his life who opens his eyes to what living well really looks like. The two seem to have nothing in common: She is a young African American, the daughter of a drug addict; he is used to being the boss but reports to her now. For the first time in his life he experiences being a member of a minority trying hard to survive in a challenging new job. He learns the value of hard work and humility, as well as what it truly means to respect another person.
Behind the scenes at one of America’s most intriguing businesses, an inspiring friendship is born, a family begins to heal, and, thanks to his unlikely mentor, Michael Gill at last experiences a sense of self-worth and happiness he has never known before.
I have to admit I’m bushed though.
I cannot wait to check into a motel around the block on Fourth Street and get a little sleep, or get a lot of it.
I had a long day yesterday, to include dragging my iMac up to California Street in Nob Hill to look for SRO availability on its “new set of wheels” (I bought a luggage carrier that effectively replaces my bad suitcase wheels).
I’ve got laundry to do very soon, a knit cap to buy, and a lot of Odds and Ends to take care of, so don’t expect long hours online from me today.
Maybe tonight I will be well rested and OK.
If not tonight, then tomorrow.
I know Nevada frowns on pot, but I’ll score eventually (hopefully within a few days).
I am not worried about the law, because I am real discreet in regard to smoking it.
I am going to have some fun blogging my ass off in Reno this January.
And the best part is, I am only a $46 bus ride from downtown San Francisco one way, or $60 round trip.