I’m going to do my best to recount the story of Sarah and me as best as I can remember. It’s a long story (or at least will be when I’m done with it) so I’ll be publishing these in installments.
*Just a warning: There will probably be inaccuracies, lapses of memory, and free association. Sometimes it might seem like what I am writing has nothing to do with Sarah. Trust me.
WEDNESDAY AUGUST 16 2006
I hadn’t been back in Indiana for very long. I was previously living in New York City and to say The Big Apple had a few coffee shops would be putting it lightly. To say I frequented those coffee shops would also be putting it lightly. I usually went to Starbucks, not out of brand loyalty, but because in New York every third building you pass is a Starbucks.
After moving back to Indiana it didn’t take long for my coffee craving to kick in. But this was Auburn Indiana, not New York City and I didn’t know what I would find (if anything) in the way of coffee shops.
One day I happened to notice a coffee shop in a strip mall across the street from a grocery store. It didn’t really stand out and it was one of those places you had to know was there in order to find it. I didn’t think they were getting a lot of drop-ins. I went in armed only with my notebook I always carry with me. I intended to do some writing and enjoy some quiet time.
I ordered my coffee (white chocolate mocha) and sat down. The coffee wasn’t very good, but it was warm and it was made of coffee beans, so I figured I’d force it down. I began writing in my book when the owner of the shop began to make a loud fuss (all of the details are here). Turns out the owner knew my brother and was shouting loudly to his wife across the shop about me and who I was. To say I was a little embarrassed would be pretty accurate. I vowed never to step foot in that place again. And so far I’ve made good on my vow to myself.
I told my brother Ray about the incident and he and his wife Piper told me about another coffee shop that was located in downtown Auburn. And when I say “downtown” I don’t mean like on Sunset Boulevard or Michigan Avenue or 42nd Street. I mean “downtown” as in the courthouse square in Back to the Future. Seriously. It looks just like that, with the huge courthouse and the big clock and all of the little shops all around. Apparently there was another coffee shop located in the square and I intended to check it out.