cold coffee

Here we have a topic sure to prompt loud weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth on this here site.
I predict negatory nattering similar to what gets prompted by my choice in toothpaste, snowblower, running-shoes, cellphone service, breakfast-food, mouthwash, and on-and-on — world without end: amen, amen........
This morning (Tuesday, May 29, 2007) I made the coffee before we went to the park. Yesterday I made it after we got back from the park.
When I make it before the park it sits for almost three hours and cools off.
So yesterday morning it was still hot when I started drinking it.
Well, perish-the-thought, I don’t like it that way — thereby flaunting a hoary hide-bound tradition passed down through the ages.
REPREHENSIBLE, I tell ya!
I prefer it warm, but better cold than hot.

“This here site” is our family’s web-site — everything on this blog also went onto the family web-site.

RE: “my choice in toothpaste, snowblower, running-shoes, cellphone service, breakfast-food, mouthwash, and on-and-on.” I am loudly excoriated by all in my family for my individual choices, more particularly my politics, my lack of religion, and my choice in motorcycles (not a Harley) and computers (a MAC). I have actually been bad-mouthed for my choices in toothpaste, snowblower, running-shoes, cellphone service, breakfast-food and mouthwash. Plus I had the awful temerity and unmitigated gall and horrific audacity to dispute my all-knowing, macho blowhard brother-from-Boston. It made me the so-called “Black-Sheep” of my family.

“The park” is nearby Boughton (“BOUGH”-tin) Park, where we walk our dog.