I have always had a bunch of dreams about opening my own business. Back when I was much younger I used to talk about opening a small rep cinema with a café and a liquor license. Something tasteful and small that would be a destination for those folks that liked old movies, a glass of beer and possibly a sandwich or a salad. I don't think about it much anymore, but it comes back to me from time to time. Like tonight, for example.
For the longest while, I have always thought we would open your business. A clinic, most likely in Kingston, but some place downtown in a university town, where we could be part of a business community. Nice and tasteful, but urban and young.
I would manage the staff and the front and you would manage the care. We would be a team.
I didn't stop there. I knew you and your sister talked a lot about a coffee shop. Something fun and arty, with a community gallery and a place she could sell her jewellery and crafts.
It expanded in my head. We would do a small trade in used books and carry local bands' cds. Maybe even sell concert tickets. A café that was also a cultural hub for whatever town we lived in.
Wood and art everywhere, it was an incredible place, cozy and fun.
A place you would love to visit.
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