This classic from 2008 is, predictably, based upon an unvarnished memory. Today, my coffee comes from a Mr. Coffee-style apparatus, and I drink it from a mug. My father’s coffee came from a stove-top percolator, so it was much hotter, and probably better. Speaking of stoves, I finally am back at my drawing board after having to be away the better part of two weeks, but the much-delayed book project is alone on the front burner here. I hope to wrap it up in early October. I’ve made similar predictions in the past, and it is true work has been done, but it’s way past time to deliver this thing. I owe you, and I’m on it. I’ll be talking more about this as the project swings into high gear.
