I haven’t been to a Starbucks since February 2012. I rarely drink coffee anyway, so the idea of overpaying for something I can’t truly appreciate leaves me cold.
But on that cool late winter’s day seven years ago, I went to Starbucks because that’s where Clemon Daniels wanted to meet. And when Clem Daniels requests your presence, you go.
We spent about two hours there, him revisiting his life and me listening while also trying to suppress the occasional lump in my throat. An Oakland Raiders legend and an Oakland Tribune columnist sitting in a busy coffee house discussing football and race and things that ring true.