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Coffee House Memories
Many years ago (in 1972 I'm afraid) as an art student I went to a coffeehouse in Cambridge, Massachusetts that will go nameless, but anyone who has any familiarity with the folk scene of that era will recognize instantly, and asked the owner's wife if there were any waitressing jobs open. She divined my working class origins and told me, "We don't take people like you. We only take people from places that Radcliff and Mount Holyoke. Places that that."
Her "...people like you," bored laser-like into my brain and I can still see her look of contempt as she delivered it.
Two years ago I got a flyer from the coffeehouse saying that they were contemplating bankruptcy and that the owner was suffering from cancer and, because they were an historic part of the folk revival, they asked for donations.
I wrote to her to remind her that of our earlier encounter and to say that if "people like me" weren't good enough to waitress there, our money clearly isn't good enough for them either.
This was make all the more amusing because I had gone on to get a degree from Harvard and was working on my masters there.
—Sincerely, People Like Me.
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