After I read the above link from the Hollywood Reporter, I had two words appear in my brain, Lemmings and ‘ubiquitous’. As in, if you read the story, there is a line of ‘lemmings’ waiting to get ‘free’ coffee and pastries. Obviously, a few folks decided to have a little fun with the ubiquitous coffee symbol. I suspect they will get a nice, legal appearing letter in the mail from Starbucks advising them to ‘cease’ and ‘desist’.
I love black coffee. And having lost many hours of my life standing in line at any airport in the USA, I have always marveled at the zillions of coffee concoctions that people order. So it should not be a big surprise that I used coffee as a metaphor for how easily our bodies can be altered. (And we’ll even pay extra for it – with sprinkles!) I thought it would be a perfect place for Eddie’s parents to meet. I mean, in the 21st Century, what can be better than meeting your future spouse at a Starry Eyed Coffee Hut? And then Eddie’s father gave him some life advice, “… learn to drink it black, then you’ll never be disappointed”. In other words, if you have an uncomplicated life, the better.
From ~ Fishing for Light, end of Chapter 2
“Goofball,” Eddie said, “but he can sure peddle cars.” He sighed. He muted the one-way communication tube. He shut his eyes. He sat motionless for several minutes listening to the rain sizzle against his apartment building. It sounded like bacon frying in his mother’s cast iron skillet. When he was a little boy, the smoky, sugar cured fragrance was his alarm clock. He would spring out of bed, wide-awake, wearing his Superman Underoos; his red gossamer cape was his spinnaker sail as he scampered downstairs toward the kitchen.
“Why it’s a bird? No, no, now don’t tell me,” Adam said. He had black Elvis like hair, kind eyes and a velvety smooth southern accent.
“I’m not a bud,” Eddie said in child speak. His tiny fingers gripped into his father’s left thigh. He smiled up at his father’s still youthful face.
“Hey love, who can this, be?” Adam asked Sophia. Adam patted Eddie on the back, as he sipped his black coffee from a tall white mug.
“Dear me, I’m not sure,” Sophia said. She turned away from the double oven full of baking buttermilk biscuits. She wiped her hands off with a bright, sunflower printed apron.
“I’m super me,” Eddie said. He giggled and wiggled. He stood up on his red stocking tiptoes, arms stretched wide apart as if about to take flight to protect Nashville.
“Wonderful, but I think you mean, Superman,” Adam said. He chuckled. “Come sit a spell and eat your oatmeal, you need lots of energy to save the planet from the communists.”
“What’s a common-est?” Eddie asked as he crawled up onto his fathers lap.
“Never mind Superman, let me spoon you up some delicious oatmeal,” Adam said.
“I don’t white oat meal.” Eddie crinkled his face.
“Well, you better get used to it,” Adam said.
“Listen to your father,” Sophia said. She pointed her forefinger over at Adam. “Someone’s cholesterol was a bit high.”
“Yap, yap, yap-” Adam winked at Eddie, as he held him close.
Eddie giggled. He looked at his father. It was the one time of day that they would talk, and his father was not distracted with the afternoon newspaper. His father loved bacon, just a little crisp, eggs sunny side up with plain wheat toast. And it was Adam who had taught Eddie the secret to drinking coffee. His coffee not concealed with sugar, cream, or any of that frap-a-lap-a-whatever that might silently alter your body.
“Son, it’s like life, learn to drink it black, then you’ll never be disappointed,” Adam said. He hugged his son. “And always know, I love you-”
“Okay, pa,” Eddie said.