As usual, I awoke around 6 AM to take my daily dose of Synthroid. The room was quiet except for the whoosh of air from the overhead air vent. I would be ready for coffee in an hour, so I lay in bed searching Apple Maps for cafes. I found a few that would be open at 7 AM, but Mr Smith’s was the closest. I exited the Kilbourne Hotel onto Water Street. I had expected to hear at least…
