I'm at Stone Creek's Shorewood location, which I continue to not care for much compared to the company's other locations. It is far too claustrophobic here for me. I note, with some amazement, that this cafe has a walk-in cooler. Now that I think about it, I wonder if that feature wasn't inherited from a previous tenant of this space.
A group of middle-aged guys is holding a meeting. What I always dread about hanging out in this neighborhood is the man-ponytailed graybeard brigade. I won't be coy about my standpoint. I believe that since the 1960s, the arts and humanities have been hijacked by
tenured radicals who have exerted an unwholesome influence on their fields and society as a whole. Their ideology--frequently anti-capitalist--has been discredited in the open marketplace of ideas and (especially) policy, so they take advantage of their tenure to turn schools like UWM into their fiefdoms.
In moments of cynicism, I wonder if the reason they like the upper East Side and Shorewood so much is because they have a captive audience--it's so damned hard to get around, the people they pontificate to can't just get in their cars and flee easily. Still, I'm going to flee the guy who's pontificating here.