I suppose life is funny!

You have to laugh or you would never make it. You cant go into Starbucks without seeing some very strange people.

Not only do you have to speak a foreign language Buckeeze, with words like Grande and Vente

and Mocacheeto. I made that one up.

It feels so less than manly. I cringe each time I go in to one.

Why did they market the coffee with new names and styles.

very original actually and it certainly worked.

I suppose it's the times and the flavor.

The market changes with each generation. I am now addicted to Grandee peppermint maccachito( Spelled Differently than above). Have no idea how to spell that or how to stop drinking them.

They taste so damn good.

Filled with sugar and syrups and chocolate and whipped cream.

I have resisted Starbucks until I tasted one of these and then I now go a few times a week for one.

Anyway coffee is not the same and not sure how I will cope with this as I go forward.

BTC

Hate myself for going there.

Spring time and Memories of my Dad.

As Spring comes I get thoughts of my Dad and many stories he has told me about his playing days at Caldwell High School.
He played baseball in the 30s and was a catcher.
He told a great story about Coach Bonnell coming to get him in last period the day of every home game. He would walk down town with him to the butcher shop and they would pick out a piece of meat .
The meat would go in the catchers glove for padding as the gloves had no padding .
By the end of the game he would have juice dripping down his arm and it would smell and distract the other players on the other team.
Ha
Just one of those stories that touches my heart.
Thanks ,
POP