Ronald Reagan: "I never drink coffee at lunch. I find it keeps me awake for the afternoon."

Welcome back. Today is Monday, June 29, 2026, and, I wanted to say a few words about one of my favorite subjects of all time: Coffee! My long term readers recognize how I have written essay-like blogs, dozens of them, on this subject. Why? It is a part of my heritage and I admit to one and all, it is something I flat out enjoy, typically, three or four cups per day. That Community label is important but more about that later. Most of the folks in my family were coffee drinkers. Real coffee. To my knowledge, none of those I saw or were around ever drank any of the specialty coffee drinks available today. I found reported how the first one of the shops featuring those types of coffee drinks opened out in California in 1966. We did have a few that put sugar in, or sugar and cream, or cream only, but, for the most part nearly all of our folks drank it black. After my dad passed away in 1954, we moved from Texas to Louisiana and my grandfather, Paw Paw Mac, became a role model to us children. He was a man of few words but he lived his life out in the open, committed to his God and his family. And, to his coffee. The closest to coffee we were able to get growing up was what they called milk coffee. It had sugar in it and had we called it a latte we may have all been rich today. Ha! I did often observe my granddad as he poured up his cup. It came out slow because it was black as black could be with some thickness to it. Early in the morning his Depression Era experience kicked in as he would drain the left over cold from the previous day. He grimaced a little as he drank it but wasting it was not an option. I used to think I would have never imagined me doing that same thing, but, alas, I find myself drinking left over cold from wherever I find one of my cups that still has some in it. My point? We do have a heritage and it includes coffee. I drink Louisiana coffee bean roasted, family owned Community. My folks drank it and I do too. Life is too short to do what we did when we were a young married couple where we bought whatever was on sale regardless of the brand. No. I may do that again some day, but, for now, I have a case delivered to my front door about every three weeks. Too much? Way too much, but, I don't find it to make me the least bit edgy, edgy, edgy, or edgy. 

 

I'm not into the specialty coffee world, and, I would likely wear a disguise to go into one of those places. Back when I was walking the mall very early in the morning I did have one of those places where the folks there were kind to me. One fellow in particular would actually grind beans and make me a strong cup. He made it extra strong for me and often wouldn't charge me for it. I suppose it was my age, but, I appreciated it. I also went in once on behalf of my grandson who wanted one of those fruit smoothie concoctions. I held my head down as best I could for fear someone would see me there and grimaced a little as I paid an outrageous price for a strawberry-something frozen drink. Okay. The thing that prompted me to write on today's featured subject is the novelty gift my eldest son gave me for Father's Day. It is a rechargeable battery operated heated coffee cup. It is. It really is. This means when I brew coffee into this cup it will keep it somewhere around 150 degrees °F to the last drop. Now that is exciting. Don't you agree? I do enjoy my coffee hot and strong, I also like my food to be hot, but, I will write about that on another day. I do realize the marketplace reality and how Community now features dozens of different flavors for folks to choose from. It saddens me, but, they still produce the kind I like, therefore, I continue to support my birth state, Louisiana, and, the oldest and largest family owned coffee producer in America, the Community Coffee Company. Y'all have a wonderful rest of the day and may God add His blessings.Amen.