By Jim “Pappy” Moore
Oh, the journey coffee has had in America during my lifetime! My parents were like most adults in the 1950s and 1960s. Coffee drinkers. Daddy would make a pot of coffee upon arising before daylight. He’d pour himself a cup and that would start a day of coffee drinking. He liked it hot and black. Mama was much less so, but she also drank coffee.
In the crowd my parents ran in – the Church crowd – there was no imbibing of li…
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