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Joe's Story . . .

Thirty six years ago I had my first cup of coffee. I was on a plane, traveling from NY to California, alone. I was 7. My mother boarded me at LaGuardia, and my grandparents would pick me up in San Fransisco. I had only smelled coffee previously, and I liked what I knew of it. The flight attendant . . . asked what I wanted to drink. “I’ll have a coffee,” I said . . . “black.”

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