quiet
morning at the Red Lion Hotel, Kalispell. It's a cloudy, rainy, chilly day here; the colors change drastically overnight, it seems. I base this on nothing in particular, since I haven't yet been outside. There is no Starbucks in Kalispell. Nor Whitefish. Nor Columbia Falls. Not in West Glacier, either. And that's okay. Montana Coffee Traders is all over the place, one just a block up the street, and I think the coffee's better. Partly that's about the coffee and partly that's about the change of atmosphere. Starbucks is convienent but too processed, too commercial. But you know I am a big Nespresso fan, and that's the Nestle corporation (talk about commercial). And that's okay, too. Eleanor doesn't drink coffee, never has, doesn't like the taste of the stuff. Doesn't drink cognac or brandy either -- she believes that women who drink cognac are bullshitters, trying to insert themselves into social company to which they simply do not belong.
