Why isn’t there any music playing in the Looney Bean this morning? Without the droning pop or Christmas tunes I’m left to take in the busy fan-hum of the refrigeration units, the coffee grinder, the juicy weekend gossip of the baristas, and the weather reports from the old-timers at their corner table. None of the sounds too clear as the open space and high ceilings make for echos, blending the waves together like an audio smoothie. Did he say rain?
A cough…
A squeak of a chair on floor…
An alarm from a microwave…
The fabric swish of ski pants on their way to the register, cash in hand. The register rings, the change rings the tip jar, an empty paper cup hits the counter, a pastry ruffles and crinkles a thin paper bag, and hot steam hits warm cream with its white noise cue.
Again and again, $4.75 – Cha-ching! $3.57 – Cha-Ching! $5.35…
I never really noticed how well this building is constructed. Post and beam, T&G, and a beautiful textured cement floor. Would I appreciate it as much if I never tried to tackle home building myself?
This is what Bishop has become. Home. Routine. NPR in the morning.
your connecting NPR to our local coffeehouse is a very unique take on a simple truth. Thanks for putting it to words.
You’ve got a real writing talent, Jerry. Keep on sharing, please.