"I'll have a cappuccino with nonfat milk," says Naomi Boak to the skinny kid behind the pastry-stuffed counter at Minnehaha Coffee near her home by the Mississippi River. Tubs of ice cream and sandwiches flank her on both sides. A rotund older man with a "Mauer 7" baseball cap reads the morning sports page, and streams of svelte young women—professional dancers, perhaps—flit in and out of the joint, talking on cell phones and to each other. Boak, a smart 54-year-old New Yorker, is dressed in a stylish red blouse and skirt, and few would describe her the way she... More >>>