At the new Handworks Coffee Studio this hazy summer day, we drowsily sip our hot drinks, listen to music. We watch the owners’ little girl peer at us curiously, eyes dark under heavy bangs on a bowl-cut. She darts under chairs, tables, making her own game of hide-and-seek.
Suddenly, Mike’s finger points to an old gramophone on a shelf. I hear him say in surprise: “Is music coming from that?”