And now for a pallette cleanser....

It's too pretty a day here in Seattle to waste our time on runts like Coulter, so let's talk about coffee.

When I was a kid, they tore down my elementary school and sent us to a school on the west end of town, which is where the industrial stuff is located. Depending on the direction of the wind, we either got an overwhelming smell of "Beefland" (which sounds like a happy place for cows, but wasn't) or the Butternut Coffee factory (which wasn't a very happy place for coffee beans, but it smelled a LOT better)

Back in those days, I was not into coffee at all. It was something that my parents drank (and drank and drank and drank) in restaurants after everyone was done eating, and it seemed like the ultimate in boring adult behavior. But I always like the smell of coffee beans. And sorghum, but that's another matter entirely.

Anyway, as I was in line this moring to get my daily ration of the stuff that makes working at Today's World bearable, I got a strong whiff of some freshly roasted coffee beans and was immediately taken back to those mornings at James B. Rue Elementary School and those non-Beefland mornings.

That's all. I just wanted to say that and get everyon's mind off that dreadful woman.