If I think back to 1995, I can remember some great conversations and debates in and around Center City Philadelphia’s coffee shops. I can recall several within a square mile that I frequented that were consistently full of patrons buying coffee, tea, lunch or a snack. They were there simply taking an hour out of their day to enjoy the scenery and ambiance.
There might have been one computer, rentable by the half-hour, stuffed in a corner somewhere, with dial-up so slow that your half-hour rental would only allow you to read your four pieces of email if you were lucky. And speaking of luck, if you were lucky enough to own a laptop, there was no free Wi-Fi to tap into. You were probably writing and saving documents or playing solitaire.