Where everyone knows your name

So I’m back after a bit of a sabbatical. I took a few days to get away from the majority of my responsibilities, and celebrated my birthday. All in all, it wasn’t a bad few days of much needed rest and relaxation.

I did, however, work on the book some more, taking a few days to add some new content, and clear up a few passages. I did the work, not at home, but at a local coffee shop, where I could hang out, take care of the one responsibility that I could not ignore, and have an icy cold beverage. This worked out better than I had hoped, and found myself soon with an additional 10,000 words written.

There were other people there working as well. At times there were a half dozen or so people, working on their laptops, taking calls, and generally being a productive member of society. What we were doing is common practice to many people. I don’t know how prevalent this is nationwide, but at least on the west coast, people calling their local Java Shack their own personal office is a recognized and acceptable form of socialization.

I’m not sure why, but it made me think of British and Irish Pubs, and how we thoroughly misunderstand these institutions here in the United States. Where coffee shops over here are more than a place to get a latte and a scone, over in the British Isles, a pub could serve as a de facto community center for many families*. Bars here in the States could never provide that function.

We could use something like pubs over here. We can be so disconnected from our families and communities, that a place of business could fill the void.

At any rate,I am back, and will get to some honest to god food stories and posts in the next few days.

*At least they used to. From what I’ve been told, pub culture is changing, and not for the better.