The Extraordinary Nature of Ordinary Things
I drink my coffee black. I have done since college. For a short time in high school, I drank mochas. I was trying to learn how to drink coffee, because at that time, hanging out in coffee shops was what we did. After that it was lattes with vanilla, and later, without the flavoring. When I went to university, I taught myself to drink it black because it was cheaper, so I could drink more of it. I lived on 25 cent refills, occasionally also springing for a pastry from one of the local coffee shops. Those refills got me through early morning classes, late night papers, and working 30 hours a week while taking 20 credits. Even with the fuel of caffeine, it took me five years to graduate, because half way through my third year, my sister asked me to go on a trip with her. She'd been an exchange student in New Zealand when she was 16, and she wanted to visit her host families and friends. Thinking about the green, green, poster of Ireland in my childhood home, I agreed. Anywhere...