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All That For a Cup of Joe?
Day Seven: I needed a cup of Joe to keep me homeward bound. I stopped in this tiny town and am at the only place in town, having good coffee and talking with the old timers. I love this stuff.
I was up the block a ways when I saw her, singing an old country tune. I dropped a dollar in her basket and asked if I could take her picture.
It’s the right thing to do. I always tip the street performers if I want to get their pics. There are too many people out there who want something for nothing.
Me? I’ll pay a few dollars for pics like this. I’ve done it all over the world.
Sadly, we live in a world where people pay ridiculous amounts of money for a Starbucks coffee, but won’t lay down the price for unique, locally made products. Give me a local diner over Applebee’s any day.
“How about some Johnny Cash” I requested as I aimed my Canon FT.
“Well I taught that weeping willow how to cry cry cry...” she belted out as I snapped away.
Worth every cent.