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Every morning of my life until age 22 I woke up to the smell of coffee. It might be fresh-brewed or it could be burned. It couls be 2pm on a Saturday before my young body rolled out of bed, but the scent of java has always been there. My parents love coffee. They passed this on to me.  When I discovered Arabica coffeehouse while attending high school, I decided I would open a coffee house some day. Over the years I've tried to work a coffee theme into everything I created, though not always sucessfully. Until I created this blog.

But coffee is just part of my history, part of how I ended up being here. Back in the 1950's my mother and my father knew a woman they both determined to be quite a few cards short of the proverbial deck. SHe kept telling them both- "I know the perfect man for you, Natalie," and "I know th ebest woman fo ryou, Dick." Her words of reccommendation led both to believe they should never meet. So they ditched each other a couple of times from what I heard. Eventually they did meet at some event, and with some doubt, set up a date and kept it.

That's when they discovered their shared interest in coffee.