Sunday, May 2, 2010


My Dad would let me have the last of his cup as we walked around Bordner's grocery store after Mass on Sunday.  They had free coffee and the stop off at the grocery was part of our after-church routine in the mid 1970's.

Bordner's coffee was my first taste of the stuff.

It was near cold  by the time my Dad shared his cup, and I never recall getting any kind of jolt from it.

But I took a liking to it that has never left me.

Later, I needed it to wake me up in college and have drunk it pretty much every morning for 25 years.

Just plain old regular coffee with cream.

No comments:

Post a Comment