It was shipped...in a ship...to a port. It was prepared in a pot...the whole bean...add water and boil. The coloring is kind of weird, but I've never seen any other color bean than a dark brown...the actual color is kind of greenish brown. The longer it's roasted the darker brown. In the military we put the whole beans in a big pot, poured water in and boiled it over an open flame. The longer it sat the stronger it got. Down near the bottom of the pot it could sing and tap dance.
"We don't have any law here. Just a graveyard." LL from TREASURE MOUNTAIN
For awhile LL drank an incredible amount of coffee. So much that they initially made his draft rating 4F. He had a slightly enlarged heart from training to be a fighter and the Army Dr. thought he had some serious sort of problem
That worried him and he went to a real Dr. who told him to cut back.
That incident appears in his fiction in Flint ... Flint is diagnosed with cancer when he really just has ulcers.
In my youth the coffee was just at breakfast and after meals though there was plenty of it, but then he cut back and went to decaf in the late 1970s.
Beau, thanks for sharing. The first doctor your dad encountered reminds me that there are some things in life that are difficult to find and once found should be cherished. Some of these are a good spouse, a good friend, a good lawyer, a good dentist,and, of course, a good doctor. However, even with these, any opinion they give which you might consider important probably deserves a second except for opinions given by your wife. These you should simply accept as gospel and then move on. Of course this is just my opinion for what it's worth. Your dad's first doctor also reminds me of something my bro-in-law once told me. It's why they call it "practicing" medicine.
