My (Canadian) buddy Pat loves coffee.
Now why do I preface my reference to my pal Pat with "Canadian"? Heck if I know other than I am proud to have this splendid Canadian (actually he's half American, his Mom was born in Detroit, Michigan) as my friend. But I digress.
Pat loves coffee. He loves coffee shops. In his hometown of Canada there is NOT a day that goes by that he doesn't grace a coffee shop in his hometown of Canada. Why even this morning he sent me a video while he was having coffee at a fro fro coffee shop in Yorkville (that's the Canadian Beverly Hills, CA to you folks).
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| A familiar site in the morning wherever Pat is, getting his morning coffee whether it be at McDonald's, the local Mom and Pop coffee shop or frou frou Forrest Hills in Toronto Canada |
Me, I never got into the coffee Thing. I can drink it and I don't mind a good cup of real java but most coffee I've had in my life taste like colored hot water with an old dishrag left in it. Starbucks is the exception but their caramel creme latte is more like a dessert isn't it?
Pat has a tradition whenever he visits Lower Slower, we go out in the morning and he treats me to one of these hot sugary confections. We hit the Starbucks on Route One, towards Rehoboth. That Starbucks is always bustling and I wouldn't go there unless Pat is visiting.
Last month while Pat during Pat's annual visit to Casa Tipton-Kelly, he accompanied me to my thrice weekly physical therapy sessions in Milton. I usually have these sessions from 9 AM to 10 AM. Afterwards Pat was delirious of his morning coffee break. And you know me, always one to accommodate when someone is kind to me and Pat did accompany me to my PT sessions.
As we left the physical therapy center I mentioned to Pat "There has to be a coffee place in Milton. I know Milton is dead but I can't imagine they don't have a place to get coffee." And lo and behold, viola! As we were riding down Federal Street in Pat's rented car, there it was, a coffee shop! Who knew? In quaint little Milton, an actual coffee shop.
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| Pat in the Milton coffee shop |
Of course we were the only patrons in the shop except for the Town Lech (which I didn't find out about until later). But what a pleasant interlude, right here in
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| Flooding in downtown Milton DE |
While we were at the coffee shop Pat received a phone call from his real estate agent. She told him he had a buyer for his lot! So, it looks like this quaint, little coffee shop in downtown Milton won't be Pat's regular coffee hangout after all. Oh well, Toronto has plenty of coffee shops.
Bid adieu Pat.
