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At Salem’s French Press, a tale of two free papers
Waiting for a to-go order to be prepared at Cafe Yumm (my wife and I love this fairly new Salem restaurant), I headed across the parking lot to caffeinate myself at French Press. Where my 16 ounce non-fat vanilla latte had a marvelously artistic look to it. I have no idea how baristas do this. Actually, I don't want to know. I like living with the mystery of "Wow!" Whether by chance or design, the guy who made my latte achieved a blossom within a heart within primordial ripples of the big bang. Or something like that. Needing some reading…
