Kopplin's Coffeeshop I am right now at Kopplin's Coffeeshop. I did not ride my bicycle to work. I did go to the YWCA, and showered there for the first time in long while. Always an intriguing experience, showering at the Y. While I was driving here along Summit Avenue, I was puzzled by all the little U.S. flags on the boulevard. Too late for Memorial Day, a bit early for July 4? Ah, happy birthday, Jim! (A former co-worker whose birthday is on June 14.) Yesterday, after biking home from work, I'd had it. My bike is a mess and needs a tune up. So I looked up the Express Bike Shop (on the web, of course--Dorothea commented that she'd have used the phonebook) and the guy on the other end of the line said they'd have my bike for a week to tune it up. Yikes. I called around, and a week seemed to be the norm. So I rode over there. Pizza Luce now across the street. Walked back. Being bikeless is why I am here now. I think about stopping when biking by, but then I am all sweaty, and I am focused on getting to work. This is so French. For here. The impossibly little handle on the cup.