Saginaw Series, Holiday Series, and Much More: dawn of a new day

dawn of a new day

We stopped to see our friend Dawn at her coffee shop, dawn of a new day. I asked her if I could use her coffee shop in my new book she graciously gave permission to do so.

Here are a few pictures of the chic coffee shop in downtown Saginaw. This building originally was the office of Lumber Barron, Arthur Hill.

Click here to go to the coffee shop Facebook page.

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RobbieJune 16, 2018 at 2:44 PM
That's another reason we enjoy your books! You reference or use local buildings!!!
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