It’s 6:30 Monday night. Yes, I know how stupid that sounds. Six-thirty should not be night, regardless of the season. Six-thirty shouldn’t even be dusk. Six-thirty should be time to get a bite to eat before heading home and watching the sunset.
But night it is. Nothing I can do about that.
I’m sitting in Kairos Coffee in Butler. This town is a bit backward, and up until now nobody has put in a real, honest-to-goodness Coffee House. You know, like the cityfolk have in their big fancy towns and whatnot. Before now, if you fancied an espresso then you had to get yourself to Wal-Mart and get one of them ‘spresso makers. Now we have a place to get some real coffee, even in the evenings! Wonders never cease. The place even has those wireless internets. I tell you. Next thing you know they’ll be letting the women vote.
This place was opened by a good friend of mine who’s wanted to do something like this for a long time. I’d never have the nerve to start a business, but I admire his boldness. From the few conversations we’ve had I’ve gotten a few glimpses at just how complex it is to start a bunsiness. My hat is off to him.
You can see pictures of the place here.
It’s nice to get out of the house and get a change of venue without relinquishing the life-giving connection to the internet.