Something Solid: The Nineties: Amenity

In a world in which all are permanently beset,
an amenity is an amenity is an amenity. Incredible,
how charmed it was to wade in the warm waters
(currents, undercurrents) of The Coffee Cellar,
walk-down wedged, with a pizza parlor, beneath
a side-street connecting College & Beaver. The Cellar
had the audacity, in select circumstances, for select
attendees, to offer goo-balls over the counter. Whatever
a goo-ball is now, then it was this: hash baked into
a ball of raw, hand-hardened cookie dough. Efforts
made, the goo-ball’s slow-burn magic carpet ride offered
fantasies fulfilled, for heady college town residents,
especially on temperate nights in spring, autumn.
Would-be seer of visions I was, I perceived no insolence.