“All a man needs is coffee, wi-fi, and a dream."

January is behind us. In my hemisphere the last 10 weeks have been the darkest of the year. From here we'll build up to a day of big sun and then work our way back to the dark.
Knowing this, my neighbors are probably asking themselves: When will the Chambers take down their Christmas lights?
There used to be a neighbor named Steve who kept his lights on all year long. I'm not a nutter like that, but I'm in no hurry. I took down the most obvious holiday decorations. The Christmas tree went down just after the New Year, last week I removed the garland over the door, and yesterday the red lights on the little Charlie Brown tree came off, but the white twinkle lights remain.
There used to be a restaurant in Omaha, Mr. C's Italian Steakhouse. It had a great patio.

The real attraction, though, was the inside. There was a mural of an Italian village along one wall with little cutouts of famous people, as I remember. The reason I tell you this is that the interior was filled with Christmas twinkle lights. Year round.

It was festive. It made people smile. It was a destination.
I'm festive. I should be a destination.
I read a story about a bill being advanced in Washington State to allow for more neighborhood cafes. Like a small coffee and pastry shop on my front lawn.

Greg's Bakery and Coffee House. Nice ring to it. Poetry readings on Tuesday's, arm wrestling on Wednesday's, and startup pitch competitions on Friday's. I can almost smell the fantastic aroma of Ms. Laura's famous scones. Heck, I already have an apron. I can make a list for whatever else I need.
Of course, a lot hinges on the passing of a city ordinance which has yet to be proposed. And I will need to run this idea by Wilson the ABC. He's very concerned about strangers encroaching on the estate. He'll be the most difficult hurdle to overcome.
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