Okay, I admit it, I drove into Richmond, Indiana last night thinking about NASCAR. I'm not a fan of NASCAR. In fact, I know NOHING about car racing. All I know is based on unfounded assumptions that come from very limited exposure to a few people into NASCAR...people who are not necessarily "my people." With that said, projecting my prejudice onto an entire state? Yes, I know, that's just plain wrong (I am reliving the lecture I used to give to my sociology classes on prejudice and discrimination). Now, in my defense, I entered this state and specifically this town after an 8 hour drive. So, I was a little fried last night.
Anyway, there is no sunshine to speak of this morning, the skies are grey and drippy. But, in addition to some early morning yoga, a delicious breakfast at my B&B this morning and a generally delightful disposition, I walked into Roscoe's and found myself completely blown away. First, the physical atmosphere is a lot like I see the rest of Richmond: it's raw and unpretentious, not quite humble but certainly friendly. The young man behind the counter--an Earlham student--is kind and funny. And, to my complete delight, makes a great cappuccino!
I've decided, on the urging of my dear friend, Jana, to incorporate some coffee shop hopping into this trip to Moab. Roscoe's is my first visit, and I am smitten. I don't know that I will ever come back to Richmon, Indiana. But, if you do, stop by this place and sit awhile.
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