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A Startling Personal Look at Reasons Why I Drink Coffee

Kenneth is a rural citizen of Hamilton, Ala., and has begun to observe life and certain things and people helping him to write about them.

My Introduction to This

rather off-centered view of something very personal for me: The Secret Reasons Why I Drink Coffee, are not very adventurous, not like those Mission: Impossible films with Tom Cruise, but in a quiet spree of free thought of why I chose this area of my life to publish for those who do understand me. I simply cannot lay claim to saying that to most people.

My introduction can easily be defined as me sitting on a big rock on the side of this powerful, roaring river somewhere in rural northwest Alabama, let's say, Bear Creek, in northern Marion County, near the town of Hackleburg, and I have been sitting on this rock for a few hours and then I rise to my feet, inhale a deep breath, crack my knuckles, yawn, and then jump into the raging waves that carry me swiftly to places I might not have visited if I hadn't jumped.

Did you see it? I made Bear Creek a metaphor for life itself and life is ever moving, always dogmatic taking no judgment on anything or anyone--and those (like me) travelers, many times the terrified soul screaming inside for someone to help me and throw me a tree limb to catch so I can climb onto the bank. Then again, I laugh. You did see my metaphor, didn't you?

Black coffee: delicious, easy to drink and I love it.

Black coffee: delicious, easy to drink and I love it.

I've Really Grown to Resent

the use of metaphors, my friends. Say what I have to say, simple or complex, and move on. Leave the tapestries behind and be free. Oh, if Graham Nash (The Hollies and Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young) were reading "this" stretch of text, I think that he would be mildly-amused.

I can tell you when I took the very first sip of coffee. It was on a Sunday morning around 9:30 a.m., during breakfast. Just my parents and sister. Not much small talk, and now that I think of that moment, we were rural to the bone. From our share-cropping to our lifestyle. We were rural and all who lived and worked in the rural South, talked. Either to their families, neighbors, their friends or to themselves. That was strange of me to say that we (at that moment) didn't share much small talk on that historic Sunday morning when I was still a puny kid of five--not smart whatsoever, just proud to be somewhere and not asking that many questions.

My first sip of coffee was bitter. I didn't faint or do anything gross here, but I did put a teaspoon of sugar into my cup of coffee and that did it. At least for awhile. I drank my coffee with sugar until I was 10 years of age and (wouldn't you know it?) on another Sunday morning in another rented house, it was just my dad and mom here because my sister was married. But "that" moment was very bold of me to tell my dad that I didn't want any sugar for my coffee and he winked at my mom--a way to tell her that I was growing up. I took another sip and then another sip and it was great. I even felt as if I had grown two more years.

Another Long Stretch of Text

starts here with me growing up, drinking my coffee black at every opportunity that came my way, even if my school days (at that time) served coffee, I would have lapped it down like a thirsty Redbone on a hunt. Coffee and me were tight, man. Almost inseparable. Me for coffee and coffee for me and that's how life should be. What a very nice song that would have made if I had been blessed of God to have a singing talent, but I didn't. I just loved black coffee and me drinking coffee wasn't a gift of God because drinking black coffee doesn't take that much skill. Just pour the coffee into your cup, make sure that you do know how to hold the cup, and then drink it right down. No problem.

Now allow me the pleasure of sharing with you, a Few Fundamental Thoughts About Coffee and how they may affect you and I:

Coffee is Universal -- if it's anything in our big, old hectic world. Coffee is a language to itself. People in Cairo to Tokyo can sit together and drink coffee and without having one cross word. I don't know if the United Nations Building in New York City is well-stocked with coffee of all the universal flavors, but if it needs to be number one on the Daily Check-up Report.

Coffee if Handled Correctly -- can cause two people who are feuding about some needless point and with a few cups of coffee, can become great allies. Adolph Hitler might have turned out to be a great guy if those in his childhood would have indoctrinated him on the Values of Coffee.

Coffee is The Great Ice-Breaker -- for single men and women. Let's take a shy guy and he meets this really hot girl who is also single. Instead of him stammering all over himself, all he needs to say is: Say, how about letting me take you to a very nice restaurant and buy you a cup of coffee? Instant Happy Relationship!

Now for More Thoughts About Drinking Coffee

and for you, more reason to take a five-minute break and brew yourself up a cup of delicious black coffee--in other words, Navy Coffee: strong and powerful.

And you might enjoy this thought about Creek Bank Coffee and Sawmill Coffee. In the early south, men and women didn't have TVs or a movie theater to attend, but they had coffee pots and coffee. So they loaded up their vehicles and got with a few friends and hit the creek bank for a night of fishing and eating the fish the next morning for a tasty breakfast made from Trout, Perch and Bluegill and of course, that mouth-watering creek bank coffee made by simply filling their coffee pots, toss into three tablespoons of coffee and sit the coffee pot on an open fire. Instant Creek Bank Coffee!

In about the same time-frame, when the southland began to prosper, the first industries to show up was sawmills, the small two-man operations that smoothed the logs that local loggers sold to the sawmill in order to make a living, but these guys worked like mules from daylight to dark, but without no alarm clocks, they had no way to wake up and head to work, so their wives, who by the way were very sharp-thinking, made their husbands very strong coffee and with a cup or two under their belts they were ready to head to the woods to cut logs or work at the sawmill.

Interesting Statistics on Drinking Coffee

https://www.usatoday.com/story/money/business/2013/04/09/coffee

https://www.fortune.com

About 83 percent of adults drink coffee in the U.S., the world's biggest consumer of the beverage, up from 78 percent a year earlier, according to the National Coffee Association's 2013 online survey. That's an average of three cups a day per person, or 587 million cups.

More Americans are drinking a daily cup of coffee in 2017, a reversal of four years of declines, as gourmet brews gain in popularity, according to an industry group’s report released on Saturday.

“More of us are drinking coffee, and younger consumers appear to be leading the charge,” said National Coffee Association USA (NCA) Chief Executive Officer Bill Murray.

The National Coffee Drinking Trends report showed that 62% of more than 3,000 people who participated in the online survey said they had drunk coffee the previous day, which is interpreted as daily consumption.

Nothing is better than pouring yourself a cup of coffee and then sitting alone in your home or apartment and with the aid of a keyboard and some notepads, you and your buddy, the black coffee, can create some really inspired stories such as this one.

Was I right?

Coffee beans: one day soon, these will be as valuable as gold.

Coffee beans: one day soon, these will be as valuable as gold.

© 2018 Kenneth Avery