We’re back in town after a busy summer’s end. We closed the play in Stockbridge on Saturday night, hightailed it to The Green Building in Brooklyn on Sunday afternoon for the wonderful wedding of our friends, Miles and Ginann and then back on the highway Monday morning to Cape May, New Jersey to do a one-nighter there. Cape May was a blast. We were treated to some serious South Jersey hospitality and the audience was a crackerjack. We’ll get back to Cape May.
Getting home always has it problems — six weeks of unopened mail, the musty smell of a closed-up apartment and, worst of all, stale espresso beans in my grinder. I got my sneakers on and hightailed it up to Mani Market Place on 94th and Columbus. Mani is the nearest purveyor of my favorite coffee — The Porto Rico Coffee Company’s Café Blend – whole bean, please.
But when I got there, the cupboard was bare. The three shelves that are usually stacked with bags of the various blends of Porto Rico coffee were all but empty. There was certainly no Café Blend to be had.
And then a light bulb flashed on above my head: our son, Max, who drives the delivery truck for Porto Rico when he’s not making music is on vacation this week. At my expense.