I have a similar story about a cup of coffee, Vienna blend, that I consumed on a ferry in the middle of a terrible storm in the English Channel when I was about 20. It was the BEST coffee I could ever have imagined. So pungent. So fragrant. So amazingly what coffee should be.

I have spent my LIFE pursuing that experience, attempting to recapture it. I’ve even roasted my own damn coffee beans. And I’ve never tasted anything half as good as on that ferry.

Of course the answer is that I can never be a kid again tasting excellent coffee for the very first time. Damn my youthful spongy knees!

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Writer. Runner. Marine. Airman. Former LGBTQ and HIV activist. Former ActUpNY and Queer Nation. Polyglot. Middle-aged, uppity faggot. jamesfinnwrites@gmail.com

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