One Regular Scrabble Mocha With Whipped Cream

Today, the icy wind took the breath out of me. I was on the opposite end of campus from my hall picking something up, so I stopped in the coffee shop downtown for a mocha to warm me up on the walk home.

It was there that I was invited to a Scrabble game, hosted by the elderly barista and middle aged jeweler from the attached jewelry store. “It happens daily, sometimes more than once,” they told me.

Wherever you live, whether you know no one or everyone in town, there are little pockets of community waiting for you to join in. You just have to step out and find them.

“Only boring people are bored.”