September 2010
Intermediate to advanced
192 pages
5h 8m
English

WHEN MY DAUGHTERS WERE YOUNGER, I’d run with them in our tandem jogger where I live, in Topanga, California, a rural community in the Santa Monica Mountains. The beauty of this area is not only its natural splendor but also the absence of chains. On the final stretch to our “shack in the woods” one day, Maudie Rae, about three then, leaned out of the baby jogger and said, “Look Daddy, Starbucks!” pointing to a crumpled-up Starbucks cup beside the road. I was horrified not only by the litter, but more that it was Starbucks, the behemoth crushing local coffee shops all over the world. But my horror and ...
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