So I've been spending time in the new coffeehouse, and this morning has been busy. A full-size upright piano has just moved in, and there's a political rally in the back for a school-board candidate. Along with a pair of ex-cop security cars and a security motor-home with the cafe-owner's family name on it. I think I've just met the local Rethuglican Mafia. Not sure whether to try to make friends or just get out of here. Probably first the former, and then the latter if the first doesn't work.