October 21, 2013
Jerabek’s, a quaint local
neighborhood coffee shop closed last week. I have been meaning to case the
joint, stop in for a cup of coffee and scarf one of their famous pastries one
day and I never got around to it. The personal text to the West Side
Neighborhood Block Club, eluding to the travesties the family had been
experiencing that led to the demise of the establishment was a champion touch. They
said their piece about being grateful for all of the support and committed
customers-not me! Icy Cup has closed for the season, the owner, another member
of the Club and popular enterprise in our charming area.
I am completely conditioned
to shop at the same Co-Op, head to the usual coffee place to slam a tall latte
(well, Taelor does work there, after all!) run into the post office where the
clerk knows me. I do understand that behavior is just plain wrong. I need to
explore more of what my stomping grounds has to offer. Café A’More hosts our
Seed Library meetings and the West Side Farmers Market gathering will take
place there on Saturday. I can slurp hot cider and say my piece about the
planning calendar for next year. I already mourn the Farmers Market, my early
Saturday mornings, shivering beneath several layers, scrunched down at the
table, luring in the unexpected customer to my jars of Pure Organic Wisconsin
Maple Syrup, like a Vanna White wannabe.
Expect to see a neon sign
out in my yard, claiming I have syrup for sale so I needn’t store the case and
a half over the winter months. Stop on by for a pint or quart when you have
time. I’ll leave the light on.
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