CarrollBlog 4.8

Inside the cafe early in the morning the first customers straggle in: The first-to-workers, a sunglassed hipster who's obviously been out all night and looks it, an earlybird or two-- not many. The feeling inside the place is like the weather outside-- glum, hunched, dark gray. The waitress who is usually in good spirits serves coffee with a blank face and says in passing, "I feel so damned tired this morning." Outside on the street an enormous yellow and blue moving van from Italy pulls up a...