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Grand RapidsThe day that Lucky ended, elly & I drove North & West from Kalamazoo towards the cottage, without coffee. We woke up late in the Swallows Lodge, having been up until 4am. I thougt that Camp was going to go on throughout the day, but it turned out that we were the last to get up, and last to leave, etc. We mopped the floors valiantly (after I got a squeezing lesson from the proprietor), and made sandwiches on the trunk of the econobox. It was fun, but hazy. Along the way, I got off of the expressway in Grand Rapids, figuring that it's a decently sized city, and really just hoping for a Starbucks (eww) at that point. We drove the deserted streets, marveling at their niceness (paving stones, cute shops, nice vibe), but very confused about the fact that EVERYTHING was closed, and there were no people. It was almost that creepy post-apoclyptic feeling. As my ability to function rapidy decreased, we spotted a woman with a drink walking down the street, and elly sprang from the car to ask where it had come from. Even though the directions weren't quite right, with some help from my patent-pending coffeeshop-radar-foo, we managed to get to this cute, great little coffeeshop called "Morningstar 75." The employees were snarky, and wore black. I loved it. Have a look:
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