I am in the Barnes and Noble Cafe on a drizzly Monday afternoon. The tables are abuzz with all sorts of activity and conversation.
Two young lads are reading their manga books intently, as they turn the pages from back to front.
Another man pours over blueprints of some sort, seemingly figuring an estimate for a potential customer. He takes out his calculator and writes down the resulting figures on sheets of a legal pad.
And then there’s another man, whose name I know but will not reveal, whose appearance reminds me of Frankstein each time I see him. He’s wearing rust-colored pants and a gray-striped shirt as he drinks from his fresh cup of coffee and reads his magazine. From time to time, he lets out a loud cough or laughs, and then again will gently talk to himself. He is a cafe regular and drives a caramel brown Mercury with a Smith and Wesson tag on the front bumper.
Just a few random observations on this drizzly Monday afternoon.