Rest in Peet's

Mrs Guambat (well, she wasn't "Mrs" then) was living in a nice little studio apartment on Berkeley's northside when first we met. Wasn't long at all before Guambat had burrowed in. At least once a week we'd pop into Peet's for a coupa and a lungfull of caffeine.

We always admired the coffee implements he had for sale, and would save up for a big score to buy a cup or something. Then the lines began to get longer and the wait more crushed, and after a while we quit going.

Funny how what was so avantegard then has become cultural imperialism (and this, etc.) now.

At the time, Guambat was part time manager of a "counter-culture" coffee house in Oakland. We used to buy all our "exotic" (e.g., turkish coffee) coffees and all our teas from Peet's.

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