I was not the one who broke the discovery of C&P Coffee Company to the local press. The Sunday Seattle Times/Post-Intelligencer ran a piece on conserving historic sites, and they included the CP. However, I still need to put together a piece on them for the Post-Intelligencer editor.
So, here are my rough notes: I go to the CP every day, sometimes I take my laptop, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I journal longhand, but not as often, since I've gotten used to the speed of a keypad.

I join Julian, Charlie, Carl, Eric, and Eric's wife, Daisy and Charlie's wife, Heather. I'm a man's woman. I like guys. I prefer the company of most men to that of most women. Note, I said "most" Bel. Bel, you are an exception to every rule. You are a stud. I mean that affectionately. Same with you, Dave. You are no poofter or pansy yourself.

PatB, as well. I include in that distinguished company. Avant-Garde, in the unlikely event, you are reading, likewise. You are occasionally condescening, but I figure you've earned the right to be. So, here's to my fellow blogiteers. Studs all of us.