Lately, when I stand in line at a Starbuck’s or Peet’s Coffee I imagine all the adults who are sipping on sweet, warm, milky coffee drinks are instead, sucking on baby milky bottles. And this milky bottle is the sooth saver for millions of patrons who invest hundreds of dollars per year to get their infantile needs met. It’s as if our collective culture is yearning for the delicious nourishment and peace that can only come from a loving mother with an endless supply of breast milk. I notice the tension of those who wait in line, I feel my own anticipation (for a decaf, low-fat, latte). I see how relieved people are once they take their first sip of the morning. Like a child anticipating the first milk sipping of the day, hungry and lonely from the long night. I wonder about this connection, this human yearning for milk (dairy or soy) which seems so infant like. Perhaps I will stand out in front of that Solano Starbucks and offer long hugs and there would be a a line of people anticipating a warm embrace after a long and lonely night.