From my table at Planet Coffee, I can see a man in the breezeway, standing in the space between two benches on the wet bricks.
He's talking steadily, gesturing as if he were giving a presentation or sermon. He looks a bit like an actor memorizing a speech. His expression is earnest, and his focus, although inward, moves smoothly to various parts of the tiny plaza, as a speaker would, surrounded by rapt listeners. He has an earpiece in his ear and a cellphone held loosely in front of him at waist-level.
I can't hear him through the thick glass, but I find myself hoping he really is talking to somebody...
When In California...
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...never let the guy from *Boston* order your bachelor party cake.
Bummah.
*Thanks to Jerry F., who was the real stah of the pahty.*
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