- Autumn Clarke
I stepped into the empty Starbucks at 7 a.m. on the dot that cool March Saturday morning and waved at the two young ladies wearing breeches and crisp white shirts.
“Don’t you want a coffee or something warm?” they asked me as I quickly turned on my heel and directed them to my car.
“Nah, I thrive in this temperature! All right, so you guys are going to follow me out there. It’s I-20 to 22 and then a couple random little roads. Let’s get moving!”