Ye Olde Bicycle Place and Cafe

This morning I stopped at Ye Olde Bicycle Place and Cafe for a cup of coffee.

The bike shop next door, with an internal connection door, was not open yet. The barista sat at one of the tables, reading a book and making notes on a Macbook. He was a tall, lanky young man with curly blond hair, tied back with a yellow hair band, giving him a bit like the look of blond dreadlocks. He wore two dark earrings. About three days of growth of beard and piercing hazel eyes looked up at me and smiled.

“Hi Dad!”

Devin got up, gave me a hug, poured me a cup of coffee and served me a cheese Danish, still in the cellophane wrapper. The price was half of what it would have been at Starbucks,  and I could have taken a bike for a test ride.

A morning can’t get any better than that.

3 thoughts on “Ye Olde Bicycle Place and Cafe

  1. Eric Petrie

    Nothing like your own kid, healthy and employed, to make your day. I am still living with a four and nine year old, and I can’t imagine life otherwise.

    But I know, it was really the cheese danish in cellophane and the swipe at Starbucks that really brings it home.

    That was a joke.

  2. When dealing with your 4 and 9 year old, remember this:

    Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. ~ Robert Brault

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