Starbuck

I have written so many drafts of this post. Started, deleted, edited, started over. Some people defy description. Starbuck is one of those people. We joked about writing "I Had The Hiccoughs" on the wall. I learned how one might love like a leopard. There was Jeff, at the bar, who knew me even though I had never seen him in my life. We visited with birthday pelicans and other water fowl. Laughter, tears, self-righteous anger, adoration, all to a New Orleans backdrop. 

How do I write about this and make it come alive for you? I...can't. Starbuck defies words.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.