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

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