It is ironic, really, that after doing this piece for Creative Therapy (catalyst #51.), I drove into the parking lot of the strip where Starbucks is the other day after school, really needing the "treat" of a coffee before the long afternoon... only to find it closed... and a ring of picketers out front. It took me a few minutes to realize the protest had something to do with the construction company, not Starbucks. But, it's closed! And it's still closed! And I'm a city girl... there are Starbucks here and there, everywhere. But... I have "my" Starbucks, and "my" guys who know me when I walk in. Oh no!
Desperately needing a latte, after three days....
Oh no! I hope it isn't a permanent closure! As always, your words and your art are a constant source of inspiration to me.