Operator, Give Me Long Distance

While sipping coffee this rainy/sunny morning, I noticed a new sandwich sign outside the church next door to Cafe Manila. The church hosts meetings and services for the different (and transient) evangelical populations here — Finnish, Dutch, British… The sign read, “Call in for Coffee.” As in, ‘Pray for it?’ I wondered.

Is there a patron saint of coffee? (Note: Yes there is! I looked it up. His name is Saint Drogo. And, in addition to coffee, he’s patron saint of many other things, including “those whom others find repulsive” … and hernias… and ruptures… and sheep and cattle. I’m serious.) 

Now where were we?

MY PRAYERS WERE ANSWERED AT CAFÉ MANILA.  TWO CUPS!

Oh, yeah, we were talking about praying for a cup of coffee… Why would anyone go to all that trouble when there’s a perfectly decent café right next door? Besides, wouldn’t the coffee be cold by the time it got here? Or maybe I’ve got this all wrong. (It’s possible.)

PRAYER IS THE ANSWER.  FAITH IS THE EXCHANGE.  HEAVEN IS THE STREET…
(CLICK TO GLORIFY THE HEAVENS ABOVE LOS BOLICHES.)
NOT NOW DARLING!
THE RESPONSE TYNAN GOT WHEN HE “CALLED IN,” WHICH MIGHT BE WHY
HE’S NOT SMILING. (SINCE I KNOW HOW MUCH HE LOVES TO HAVE HIS PICTURE TAKEN).

This of course has me singing…

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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