I like Starbucks. It is not my coffee place of choice, but I like it here. In fact this morning I am enjoying the warmth of my local Starbucks. It is a cool 55 degrees outside. The sky has blanketed today's bed of life with a gray quilt with hints of white. The jazz plays in the background and I am getting cozy with Donald Miller and his new discourse on story telling. As I sit I here each person walks through and tries to make sure that their unique voice is heard. They order tall's and venti's, grande's and short's. Some want room and some do not. Some want whip and some want splenda. Announcing to the world that they would prefer quad shots to double shots. One guy decides not to support the "Meals for Wheels" donation here because the Empire of St. Arbucks does not support our troops. Yet ironically he is in here spending his hard earned money on their caffeine drips for his soul. I chuckle to myself watching all theses interactions. Even as I type, my favorite personality just … [Read more...]