Misperceptions?

I first heard of Common Grounds while I was still in high school. My older brother, Rodney, had gone to visit a friend of his at Baylor. When they got back all I heard about was this “hippie-coffee shop” right off of campus where his friend went to talk philosophy with other people.

You can imagine the image that evoked…a dimly lit, smoke filled, cramped space where college students came to smoke marijuana over the open pages of The Communist Manifesto.

Imagine my surprise freshman year, when I first went to check things out, and found a constant influx of sorority girls and the regular Truett Seminary student. Future ministers and girls from Plano? This can’t be Common Grounds. I guess I was still learning that “older brother” was not synonymous with “perfect.”

I go to Common Grounds quite a bit now, to do homework or to find an out of the house place to catch up with a friend. They have good coffee and a laid back atmosphere that acomidates the people studying and the people relaxing.

            I’m not going to say I have never heard the name Karl Marx in Common Grounds, but to my knowledge there has yet to be any marijuana or LSD…and the only tie dye is worn by sororities.