A sad day

Alfred Peet of the Peet's Coffee enterprise (that started in Berkeley, no less) has died at age 87.

Since he retired in 1983, I suppose his death doesn't really affect the welfare of the company. But somehow, the Big Box Corporation that Peet's has become seems more obvious without a nice man who opened a coffee shop in a liberal hippie town in the sixties.

Because with all that acid and free love, there's gotta be a niche market for caffeine just waiting to happen.

To be fair, I didn't really know that he was alive (or dead) in the first place, but at least now they can put a memorial plaque or something at Walnut & Vine Streets. It's not like the sidewalks need repaving or anything.