I am unfortunate enough to have a Starbucks 2 blocks away from me.   I say unfortunate because I LOVE Starbucks.  I have tried to cut down but like so many a junkie, I have my good days and my bad days.  I even went so far as to buy my own espresso machine to make my drinks at home.  It has worked…a little.  I still go down the street for the walk, for the morning interaction, to read the paper and generally people watch.  I work at home with no one to keep me company except Oliver, my cat.  He’s awesome but not the best conversationalist.  (I’ll share more about him in other posts.)  So for my first post, I’d like to feature Rosie, my local barista, who keeps me hooked up with my favorite drug.