I’m sitting outside eating lunch, as it is a beautiful Spring, er Winter, day and there is a store across the street called Dry Clean City. I have no idea what that means. I have a mental picture of a futuristic, steampunk-style city with pipes and tubes and steam everywhere. This is the only place where this old-fashioned process gets done. I don’t know how this attracts me to a small, brick storefront.
Big Name for Small Business
