This is a virtual cafe where all ideas are entertained all facts discerned, all topics discussed. And just because the proprietor has a passion for Christ, books, and the Acoustic guitar, that doesn't mean you can't veer wildly off into different subjects. So, come in, have a coffee (imported especially from Verble's finca in El Salvador), and talk about whatever you want.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Overheard at Booth 2: Christmas
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
At the Counter
Verble says, "There once was a place for polite disagreement, sure, and passionate debate. I miss that part about us, you know, as a people. Nowadays, all we get are these Facebook flare-ups and petty disputes . . . "
"FOR FRIKKIN'REAL?!" shouts the Barista, coming out of the back, and thumbing her phone in a rage, madly. "Block ME from your Facebook just because I'm friends with Maggie - well, we'll see about that, little miss puckerhead!"
Verble turns back to Steppenwolf, and says, "I rest my case."
Monday, December 20, 2010
Overheard at Booth 5: Not at all like Christmas
The small one she had in her room?
Yeah, the one Trav got for her. She packed it all up, nice and neat, and took all the stuffed Santas and reindeer she had all around her room, packed them up in a little box, put them out in a supply closet.
What's that all about?
Trav was all mad at her for breaking her grounding, going out with her friends to the mall. I mean, she called me at work to see if she could, and I didn't know Trav had already had a talk with her about it last night, making sure she knew that she was still grounded from cheating on her algebra test at the beginning of the month.
I see. Playing the old mom-against-the-dad routine.
That's my daughter. Very resourceful.
So why'd she pack up all her Christmas stuff?
She said this year isn't at all like Christmas. She said there's no Christmas Spirit when all she wants is her freedom.
Well, that's an eighth-grader for you!
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Overheard at Table Two
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Overheard at Table 3
Niall: Better than any fiction writer, lemme tellya, but get this, I heard about and 83 year old serial killer in Austria who got out early because of bad health so she could go on a trip to the Vatican, and then she just disappeared! Vanished, poof!
John: And we think that the kids are running crazy - this is the year of the wild octogenarians.
Niall: Yeah, one’s a terrorist and the other is Hannibal Lector. It’s a sad sad world when you can’t even trust Grandma anymore!
Overheard at Booth 4: Storm from the East by Milton Viorst

1: . . . and this has been the best book I've read this year about the wars in the Middle East - it didn't sink to any level of rhetoric, it was simply an honest attempt to look at the history of the region to explain why certain current events have unfolded the way they have. It goes back all the way to the 6th Century, even, and it really really made me think about why these people are actually so completely utterly locked in the P'O'd mode all the time.
2: I thought it was just because they were evil.
1: That's the answer that people want to you to think when they don't want you to think. Seriously, every American should be made to read this book . . . AFTER they are forced to read Why We Fight. Then they can see the COMPLETE difference between sheer paranoic chest-thumping rhetoric and thoughtful crafted historical commentary.
3: Yeah, but I think you’re forgetting something. We LIKE the rhetoric. We don’t want to have to think.
2: Right, come on, dude, that’s why we have Fox News!
3: . . . and I like a bit of chest-thumping every now and then.
1: Good lord.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
At the counter: Advent Countdown
"Blizzards swamping New England."
"Well, I feel sorry for those guys, but"
"All the way from Nashville to Chicago,"
"OK, OK! Some people have to get themselves into the Christmas spirit and some have the spirit dumped on them in four feet of snow - I - GET - IT!"
Otis smiles. Sips more of his mocha latte.
Niall Carter says, "I'm with you, man, I love advent. I wish they would make a road movie out of the advent story."
"A road movie?" Lucky asks.
"Yeah," Niall says, "it's got everything: mystery, romance, danger - roadside bandits - and high tension - this woman's almost full term, man, and she's riding on the back of the donkey, I mean, you KNOW they had to be worried that her water'd break and she'd go into labor right there on the road!"
"Hold on there!" Otis jokes, "This is a family establishment!"
"Cut it out, Otis," says Lucky. "Niall, that's why they had something called 'Faith' - they'd been told by Gabriel what was going to happen, they shouldn't have had anything to be concerned about."
"Listen, I KNOW they had faith, but they were also two human beings, a middle aged guy -
"Late twenties, early thirties" Otis interjects.
"That's middle age for then," says Niall. "And a fifteen year old girl - riding through the desert, which is dangerous in the best of times, man, don't tell ME they weren't the least bit nervous!"
Lucky muses, "I see your point. Road movie. Are you thinking more along the lines of Mad Max road movie or Little Miss Sunshine road movie?"
Niall says, "I'm thinking something more like Fandango."
Otis says, "I like your Mad Max idea. Joseph whipping some Philistines with his staff like some sort of Talmudic Jet Li - that'd be cool."
"See?!" says Niall with a smile. "NOW you're getting into the spirit of Advent!"