It happened without me knowing about it, the Blue Quail Coffee Shop closed on Friday. Just a half block from my apartment, it was my Cheers, a place I could enjoy some tea or wine on the patio, taking in the orange adobe walls against the blue sky. It was the place I could eavesdrop on cowboy conversations, or catch up on what was happening in town. Paul and Sheila just got tired of running the business, and I can't blame them. They deserve to do something less strenuous--Paul being well into his 70s--it just wore them out.
Nothing stays the same, to be sure, but the Blue Quail was the strongest bit of hope for this town's fragile efforts at progress.
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