Meet you at the Drip...

  Dripolator CoffeeHouse that is...

My iced decaf Americano didn't last long!

A bit of change to the seating area. The whole place was rennovated a few months ago, and the differences are somewhat underplayed. New counter, and more space behind it for baristas.

They still honored my "special customer card" which will eventually give me a free something or another (after 10 purchases.)

I noticed the entrance and exit door doesn't press to close on you, which definitely used to make it hard to go out with a drink in hand. There is a lighter color scheme, but less area for singles to work (now just 3 bench seats with tables). Lots of folks come here for free wi-fi still. But they'd prefer to use a table for 4 rather than sit right next to someone who can look at your screen. Of course!

But you know I'll be back. It's a traditional meeting place for Black Mountainers.

And a PS for today: I just figured out why we eat toast with the buttered side up. I had to try a few bites the other way, and found I had a buttered lower lip as well as chin. Who knew...

Second PS is that I've decided writing two blogs daily has gotten out of hand for me, so find me doing updates on my other blog When I Was 69 (now 80).

Today's quote:

A writer must refuse to allow himself to be transformed into an institution. 

-Jean-Paul Sartre, writer and philosopher (1905-1980)

Wheels remains

These were BIG wagon wheels.
Makes you think about all the time before "tires" that people transported things using wagons...and how very bumpy the rides must have been too!

The three don't all go to the same wagon.  They hang outside the Swannanoa Valley Museum, on the wall of the building which houses the Black Mountain Center for the Arts and the Museum.  The walkway leads also to the Dripolator Coffee Shop.  So I walk past these wheel rims frequently.