Café Conundrum
Remember when night owls had somewhere to go that wasn’t a gas station or holding cell? In the ’80s and ’90s, Petaluma’s Christine’s Café kept its lights on till midnight, and San Anselmo’s Caffè Nuvo served espresso with a free side of existentialism until, like, late, daddy-o.
Now? The North Bay rolls up its sidewalks at 9pm sharp, which is bad for creative types who are only just coming into full consciousness at that point.
We talk endlessly about “supporting the arts,” yet we’ve eliminated the very habitats where art hatches—those over-caffeinated, late-night crossroads where poets, painters and musicians plotted their next beautiful mistakes.
If we truly want a thriving arts scene, we need more than fancy gastropubs and wine bars. We need late night coffee houses again.
Cassady Caution
Nowheresville
Après Nous, Le Déluge
While millions of Americans are fighting starvation, the message from Mar-a-Lago was a giddy, “Let them sip champagne.”
I have two words for those “Great Gatsby” revelers and their horrible host: “Drink bleach.”
Bob Canning
Petaluma
SMS SOS
In England, it is customary to receive a royal letter from the king or queen when you turn 100 years old. And when you turn 14, you get a text from Andrew.
Craig J. Corsini
San Rafael
