The Place They All Stop

Missed this Sunday. Here's Dan Barry: With evening shadows encroaching, Nancy Watt has already worked a dozen hours at her coffeehouse on the courthouse square. But this is one of those strange, busy days when all of America seems to come to her door, so she bakes and cleans while waiting for a man who wants to be our president.



She arrived so early this morning that the fall sky still held the pitch of night. But soon a soft glow emanating from Uncle Nancy's Coffee House put on silent display a round, bespectacled woman of 59 in constant movement, sliding trays of dough into the oven, testing the espresso machine, grinding coffee. She always drinks that first hot shot of black energy, a…