Ode to Coffee

My first experience with coffee was when I was a toddler and pulled a placemat off a kitchen table that held a steaming cup on it. Needless to say, my poor Granny, Syble Pemberton Johnston, was scarred for life, and I have a pretty big scar on my left arm that you can only see when I get really tan in the summertime. I bet Dr. Eric Tyler remembers the incident well.

Granny kept me during the day while my parents worked, and I guess when your best friend is 50-something, you start acting like a 50-something. I’m not sure I was ever really a child.