First Cup of Great Coffee
I had my first great cup of coffee in a fifty’s style diner on a tall bar stool with a round red leather seat in the Breaker’s Hotel in Palm Beach, Florida, in 1978 at noon. I poured in rich, real cream until it was café au lait. It was the best thing I ever tasted. I did not need lunch. I did not need a four o’clock snack. I barely needed dinner. I played with my food, pushed it around on the plate taking a couple of bites. I never felt thinner or more in control.
I tried it again the next day. It worked again. I took a walk on the beach. My long hair flip flew around in the breeze, and I didn’t mind. I was at the annual ACPE meeting where I was blown away by presentations made by Roger Schenke, Irv Rubin, and Lee Kaiser. Their speaking style and content gave me courage for the free feminist moves I had already begun to take. I saw Bob Jampliss, the current president, with his big smile, rosey complexion, and white hair coming around the corner as I went back in the building. He greeted me with exuberant recognition.
I continued that caffeine kick at lunch time until it tore up my esophagus about ten years later. Then I had to give up caffeine, chocolate, and all carbonated drinks to try to put off the two surgeries that I would eventually have that didn’t quite fix things. But a cocktail of drugs with the lead ingredient Pepcid made me be able to live and work happily even though I cannot lift more than 15 pounds.
What former passion have you had to give up to support a better life today?