Getting ready to leave La Taza’s — you know, La Taza’s, which I have written about before and which (or where) I am more frequently than I mention in these blog entries because this coffeehouse is after all just footsteps from my home and because it would be boring and unimaginative to mention that I am writing from here each time I am in fact writing from here …
There is a boy young man here who looks like Leonardo DiCaprio, but with a flatter face and, now that I think about it, younger appearance than the real Leonardo must actually countenance, just a table or so over, who holds his small table of (female) companions rapt.
Earlier, a woman knocked over one of the glass-topped tables. It crashed to the ground. And broke. A deafening sound. Followed by (abject) silence! (Before waitresses began cleaning up…)
… ahh! Citizen journalism! Daily Progress — where are you now?!