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  • Writer's pictureDon Rearden

Morning Coffee

I didn't drink coffee

until after highschool

that summer I took

a new job at River Marina

first morning on the job

Pat Jennings, my new boss asked,

"Do you drink coffee?"

I shook my head

"Well, then you can get started."

I spent the first two hours

taking inventory:

boat parts, spark plugs

numbers I would memorize

while I worked

the rest of the men

gathered around Pat

white styrofoam coffee cups

in hand, listening

to epic stories

two hours later

they broke off

almost lunch time

the next morning

I poured myself a cup

mixed in creamer

and joined them

"I thought you don't

drink coffee," my boss said

I took a sip

grinned, and said:

I do now.

April 29, 2023

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