Whenever I give a speech and talk about local versus organic, I joke about how, being from Pennsylvania, I am totally against local when it comes to my coffee. Hereís the truth: IíM NOT JOKING! Donít get between me and my coffee, or you might end up hurt.
I need coffee to survive. Yes, I am an addict. But so far, reading every study on the topic, I have not found a single health reason why I might need to give it up. It seems to protect me from everything from diabetes to mental decline. It certainly feels like it protects me from mental decline, twice a day, in the morning and the afternoon. Once, I gave it up. It was my first job after college, and for some reason I thought giving up coffee was the right thing to do. My boss made me start drinking it again. It turns out when I donít have coffee, I loose all ability to hold a conversation. I float away in a sea of solitary thinking.
I drink it black. Always have and always will. Thatís just how we did it growing up. Yes, I remember starting at home when I was an early teen. There was no cream in our house that I recall. Back then, I think my mother bought Maxwell House or Folgerís. But here is one of my favorite memories of all timeÖ.