The second thing that worried me yesterday is an incident that happened when I went to the Starbucks on 51st between Park and Madison. That used to be my home. A couple of people recognized me, said hi. One of them even asked how Lauchita was. Then, Eric, the manager, brushed past me while I was seated by the door. I was deep in thought and didn’t recognize who he was until somebody spoke to him and he answered something like: I’m good. He looked at me, and didn’t say hello. Maybe he saw how worried I was and didn’t want to disturb me. But the whole thing made me sad. Eric was so kind to us when we’d sit there for hours and hours in the afternoon!
Tags: Eric, Lauchita, Park and Madison, Starbucks
