Ang.’s Chicken Coop

Speaking of my Dad, he was a drinker of coffee. I guess he was always a coffee drinker. However, I think when he quit smoking cigars he switched his addiction to coffee. He would always have a cup of coffee in his hand and would drink a pot or two a day. I can’t say that he was a coffee connoisseur but he sure loved it. I guess I follow in his footsteps. I love coffee. I will drink it black or any other way you want to fix it. Unlike Dad, I can’t drink it so strong my spoon stands up in it! I also know that if I went to a vancouver cafe I would be able to tell the difference between one kind of coffee and the next. I would just know if I liked it or not. Sometimes it’s just okay to merely know if you like something or not. And I know that I like coffee! (And, yes, I am drinking a cup right now!)