No sooner had I purchased my Long Haul Trucker from Tonka Cycle and Ski in Hopkins, than I sold it back to shop owner Steve.

This in-demand Surly was a beautiful machine, and a purchase I'd thought lots about making. After a couple of weeks of pedaling locally, I realized that the velo was not a good fit for me and my style of riding.  Back to Steve I went, explained my situation, swapped the Surly for a Giant "Expressway" foldy, and a wad of cash.  Steve and I both got a good deal. Nick, holding the banner behind us, nodded his approval.

Sort of a java scrapbook. Tasty, indeed.

We were walking the streets of Brooklyn not too many moons ago, and stumbled on to the worldwide headquarters of Grady's Cold Brew. I treated us all to yummy iced lattes and persuaded Mrs. Grady to permit me to pose next to her and the corporate cart so we could take a foto or two.   Grady's has caught on since then, and is in national distribution now.  To think WE were there at the dawn of the brew.

An unknown but curious Hennepin Avenue pedestrian in Minneapolis, peeked in the front window of Dunn Brothers just as I finished my cappuccino. I was ready with my iPhone 8+. And decided post-pic to mess around with the software, coming up with a sepia version of the unknown lady in the Jackie O sunglasses.

My good buddy here a coffee drinker from way back, joined me not long ago at Dave's along Route 1 in Charlestown, Rhode Island.

Hole in the Wall in the North Beach section of San Francisco. The barista did the first pour-over I'd ever tasted.

A young barista pours me an iced latte at the New Moon Cafe in Aiken, South Carolina. Aiken is the polo capital of the United States, and when the tony spectator crowd isn't quaffing champagne, they head to New Moon for a superior cuppa joe.

Nancy and I were exploring Palm Desert, California, and came across this modest but very welcoming coffee joint. See the tip jar? We added a couple of dollar bills to make it more appealing to the pouring staff. 

When Workhorse Cafe in St. Paul celebrated its first birthday I happened to be there, thirsty for an iced latte, camera in hand. The joe is sublime, while the baked goods case overflows with exquisite pastries that call out to customers: "eat me." 

Holy Cow Coffee &Tea is the toast of Westport, Connecticut.  My young friends took this shot when we were visiting together recently.

Baristas take a silly break.  

I think you can pick your
beans by country of
origin.

No further explanation necessary.

Great clipper Emily from Great Clips.

On my way to get a haircut at Great Clips.  Hope Emily is on duty: she works magic on thinning pates like mine. Razor cut, no tatts.