Coffee: Americano, Starbucks Brand; bought on Ko-fi by Bill Livesay, my father.
The first time I enjoyed coffee was in high school. I’d been in a car accident and my back was messed up. My father checked me out on a blustery afternoon and we drove to Greensboro to talk with a neurologist. He told me my muscles were pinching my sciatic nerve. I was on Vicodin for a year.
After the appointment, my father drove me to a bookstore and bought a Starbucks vanilla latte. It smelled good and I asked if I could have some. He bought me my own and I sipped the cup as it cooled down. It was nice and warm and sweet and a little scandalous – 11 am on a Wednesday, I should have been in school.
These days, I drink my coffee black. No milk, no sugar. But Starbucks is Starbucks, and the Americano this morning reminded me of you, Dad. Cheers.
Tar Baby, Toni Morrison
“Same great sleeve, less waste.” – Claim on Starbucks cup
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Just a coffee lover. And a son lover.