Edit: I went back and checked the coffee shop's name, it's the Beehive and correction, Jeff is an Aussie, but lived in New Zealand for a long time.
Here's a little picture I drew on the corner of one of my letters. It was too early to think hard, so it looks very much like the lovely Indian sack hanging below the till.
My sister's boyfriend, Mike, just wrote a fascinating article for the Seattle PI about a local guy who lives in a tree house and refuses to leave. He and my sister hung out with him up there for awhile until she got fed up with his squirrels.
