It snowed yesterday. I spent the day working in Portland, Maine and it was slushy and messy. Two farmers showed up in Longfellow Square and I bought some grass fed beef.
I left the office around 4:00 p.m. and headed out to get a cup of coffee for the ride home. The upscale coffee shop I usually go to had closed due to the snow.
I slogged down Exchange Street and found another upscale coffee shop that was open, but I noticed a lot of chic boutiques had darkened their doorways. Mark Gatti was hitching up his hot dog cart at the corner of Tommy’s Park.
“Hey, how was your day today?” I asked.
“Not bad,” he said “I turned a profit.”
I made the final schlep towards the parking lot and paused outside another boutique. The lights were dim but it wasn’t dark. I jiggled the door handle, hoping against hope they were open.
Walking away, I made eye contact with a fellow traveler. I said “Lots of places are closed today.”
“Yeah,” he said “Bunch of wimps.”