| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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I pretty much grew up there, or found myself, or whatever the fuck you want to call it, and it's been owned by the same family all this time. I went to school with their second daughter and she and I are still very close friends. They're almost like my family at this point. Small town thing, I suppose, but I feel like they are my parents. We see each other in the street and the grocery store and in the coffeeshop and they always know what I'm up to and ask how life is going. I think about all these cathartic moments in my life and so many of my major decisions, and most of them have happened right there at the coffehouse, sitting at the counter inside, sharing a big table with friends, or perching on the fire hydrant outside. It's a constant figure in my life. There's art and music and food and life there. Vibrant. And I found out tonight that they are selling to one of their long term workers, and it feels kind of wierd. I love the guy (and his wife) that they are selling it to and I think they will maintain the tradition, but it's going to be a very strange transition. The daughter has really mixed feelings too, having her family business pretty much sold out from under her. The family infuses the coffeehouse with their character so much that I can't imagine them not being there. They really reformed Fort Bragg in a lot of ways, made the town what it is today, and they've helped so many youth get a good start in life. It's just so very odd, all of it. I feel somewhat naked and violated, like someone's selling my house without asking. I know, change happens, blah blah. But still. Sadness. |
i hope it's the latter. |
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S&S. Broadway Cafe. The Raven Cafe. Friends Again. I'm currently between homes. |
they're not going anywhere. |