Today’s Good assignment is to get a library card. Finally, something I excel at. I have library cards – ALL of which I STILL keep in my wallet – from Minneapolis; St. Paul; Brooklyn; Portland, Maine; and Cumming, Georgia. I have no good excuse for why I never got a library card when I lived in Chicago, but I have wished so many times that I had. Just so that I’d have the complete set, if for no practical reason. That’s the exact shape of my craziness.
This morning on my way to my day of meetings at the college, I stopped at Wheatberry, a coffee/bakery cafe kind of place that’s just irresistibly inviting.
If you have time, read their story; it’s a labor of the truest love. I adore this kind of story to the point of being – I’ll be honest – adoring and possibly intrusive. I hide my obsession behind the ruse of journalism, but the truth is, people – those who find time in their lives for following their passions – they enthrall me, whether they make that passion their income source or not. I just can’t hear enough from people about how they find the courage and energy and power to make that happen. It’s a beautiful thing.
Anyway, I didn’t know any of that when I stopped. I just saw the hand painted “hot, local and organic” signed and figured that was my sort of place. I picked up some pastries, one of which was a truly outstanding oatmeal berry scone. There were chocolate scones, too, which I purchased on the advice of the girl who works there. My client Gregg would have to confirm that it was a winner, but judging by how quickly it disappeared, I’m thinking it was okay.
Of course there was also coffee. Pastries are fine, but coffee is simply the only way to win my love. This display of local milk was pretty winning, too, though, I have to say …
I don’t know why. Something about milk in a glass bottle. It delights me. I will pay extra for it. Marketing people, pay attention.