Every morning before I go to work, I stop in at House of Java. It is a morning routine I have kept since we moved here in 1998. Long before we moved here I would stop in for coffee, lunch, or a cold drink on the run. I watched the cafe go through three owners, each time its personality changing bit by bit. When Dora bought it eight years ago it slowly started to transform into a little wonderland of color, art, and comfort. It still remains a place to visit for a great cup of coffee even with the Starbucks now moved in across the street. Each morning I seat myself at the both farthest away from the door and closest to the carafes of coffee lined up against the wall waiting to provide endless refills. And across from my seat every morning is the colorful rainbow of glasses that provide a bright salute to the awakening day.
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