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Joe on the Road

I’m an addict. Seriously. Unfortunately (or not) there is no 12-step group for my addiction, no “thank you for sharing” for my honesty, no Bill W. about whom to speak as if the covert password to a cult (and no, no Robert Paulsen, either).

What is this girl’s problem, you ask? I love coffee. Let me repeat, I LOVE coffee. And if there isn’t coffee first thing in the morning, whether at home in the four walls or in the tent, there’s probably no reason to speak with me, unless you enjoy pain.

I had my first cuppa joe on my 13^th birthday. I remember it well, because all of a sudden not only was I a newly sprouted teenager, I was capable of hanging with my homeys, the adults of Vermont. It tasted a little strange, a little hot, a little powerful, but I enjoyed every sip of the first and even second cup as if it were the only rite of passage that would ever bear any meaning in my life.

Coffee was the social focal point during college, in the break room at the conservatory, after class in the pre-Starbucks independently owned café, at 2 AM at the Rathskeller at MIT cleaning up after the crowds. It was a tool of competition as we gloated over how many pots of coffee we’d blown through during the day and into the long nights of practice, of study, of wishing the school year finished.....

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