OK, I admit it. I was verklempt, even teary, when Dave and I walked into the Little Red Bike Café and Evan was working the counter, taking orders from the customers streaming in the door to wish them well on their last day.
A tux for the last hurrah.
Then I saw Ali in the kitchen with a big red flower in her hair, working the panini toaster, and all I could do was give her a hug since, if I'd tried to talk, I'd have burst into tears. If I could have, what I would have said was, "Good luck, you two, and see you soon."
For the full story on their adventure and the reasons for closing, see the blog that chronicled their journey.