Author: Jerry Sullivan
Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 9:14 pm (GMT 0)
As my wife would say, I can't say something without telling a story, it must go along with my white hair. On my 12th birthday according to a family tradition I was awakened by my parents with a tray of coffee cups, each with a version of the afore mentioned beverage. Coffee black, with sugar, with cream, and with sugar and cream, I tasted each and decided on cream and sugar. It stayed that way until while in the military service, a coffee fund in our maintenance shop was always running out of cream and sugar. I switched to black coffee and my beverage of choice has stayed that way ever since. As for the size of my coffee cup…….that is another story.
Jerry
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