My dad drank orange juice every morning. He never liked coffee. It was my mom who drank the coffee. I would come downstairs in the mornings to her pouring the dark liquid into her mug, pairing it with cream and sugar. But not my dad, he would be faithfully sipping his orange juice.
My dad did want to be his own “boss” though. He was always looking for new ideas and new prospects. One weekend, he went on a conference with the golf course where he was a superintendent. While there, he was introduced to the concept of freshly roasted coffee. This was the first coffee that he actually enjoyed. His first sips were a foreshadowing of what was to come.
I remember him bringing some of this coffee home. It was in a…
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