Dad had to have his cup of coffee.

Today at lunch at the cafe, I suddenly said, “I haven’t had my cup of coffee today, Anne."  She’s so nice. She went and got the coffee and poured me a cup, so I got my cup of coffee after all.

I remember Dad always had to have his cup of coffee. He took a quart jar of coffee out to the field.  He drank cold coffee from the quart jar.  At home Mom always kept coffee on the back of the stove so he could have it whenever he wanted.