Dr. Bob’s books for his latest nature-writing course cascade from his mailbox-- the one across from cherry auditorium. Unwrapping book after book, almost exclusively the Best American Science and Nature Writing 2005, I found myself hankering for a pot o’ Joe. Not just any, but the writing center’s own special brew, black. It’s the middle of summer and nothing will cut it. No coffee roasters around or mysterious burlap bags filled with green coffee beans arriving. I can’t help but miss walking into Peterson and being accosted by what smells like hot pencil shavings, knowing that there would be a fresh cup waiting for me downstairs.
- Emily
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