With apologies to T.S. Eliot, I have measured my life with coffee cups.
Several years ago, while clerking at the charming consignment store Bloom, I needed caffeine. I dashed next door to Side Street Kitchen, thinking I’d buy a to-go cup of Joe for a quick pick-me-up.
“We’ll bring it to you,” I was told.
I imagined a paper cup with a plastic lid, and trust me, I’m not fussy when it comes to…