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Message: <blockquote data-quote="SBSATS" data-source="post: 4090064" data-attributes="member: 53681">Good morning guys n gals.  Sitting on my back porch drinking my brew right now. I acquired the taste at a young age myself with my dad and his morning coffee before work.  He would wake around 4 or 5 AM each morning and read his newspaper and drink his coffee.  I got in the habit of getting up with him and he would make me a cup with a little sugar. After the Army,  where I learned what REAL bad coffee was, lol, I went to work at Tinker AFB where the coffee fund was a dollar a week. While still a newbie I got myself a cup and brought my trainer, a Mr. Melvin Carnes, a WW2 Vet who survived the Battan Death March a cup as well.  Putting a spoon of sugar in mine, there was a single granule that attached itself to the rim of his cup via static electricity. I saw it, but thought nothing of it.  But... when he took his first sip, he sputtered, spit it out and went to cussing like I had tried to kill him.  I  said there was no way he could taste a single grain of sugar.  As a deer hunter back in the day,  if you ran into another hunter who offered you a cup,  it was generally black. So I got used to drinking mine black also. As the years passed,  I  became the one doing the training at Tinker and had a trainee bring me a cup. As I took my first sip, I saw the single grain of sugar on the rim. When I took the sip, it was like putting a spoon full of cough syrup in my mouth.  I  sputtered, spit it out and cussed. Deja vu!!!The cup in front of me is BLACK, but I still remember that single granule.</blockquote>

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