The Starbucks I tried in Lincoln, NE, and then the one in Owatonna, MN, both didn't have functioning WiFi. So this is your next post.
Driving across Nebraska basically all night was a bit like a bad nightclub experience, but without the fun part. Although there was an interesting soundtrack… I guess that's what I'm getting at. Crystal Method, Chemical Bros., Bob Dylan, and even, I confess, ABBA. ABBA? Jeez, why does that one album (SouperTrouper?) always make me remember so vividly that one party at A.H.'s cousin's in Colonia Roma, DF? I guess that's really the main reason I listen to it. I think it's cuz V gave me that cassette tape that then constituted one of like three albums I had while living there…
So back in Minneapolis, I immediately head for my old "haunts" to chase down a likely Starbucks… the one perched on the bridgecorner of 4th SE and 15th SE, kattycorner the nefarious McDonald's – the one that didn't hire me in 1992. Ha.
This Starbucks didn't exist yet. I think it was a lousy sandwich shop.
The U must be on break – e-22 is closed (the cafe over the bookstore). However, crowds are gathering for some sporting event down the way.