Cappuccino Dome Deux

My parents drank Maxwell House Coffee, Good To the Last Drop, every morning. Each day I woke up to that wonderful aroma and the sound of coffee perking. Percolators. Remember those? My dad liked to get up early, sit at the table, read the morning paper and watch the birds outside our picture window in the dining room. His mother was a bird watcher and a Maxwell House drinker too. And a great storyteller. She had taught English lit. So I would like to say I continue that morning ritual. I guess I do, except, blaspheme, I drink tea. And the New York Times comes to me online, except Sundays, when I have my REAL newspaper fix and it comes to my door. But I do watch the birds. And maybe I tell a story or two. My daughter? Starbucks. Path to each and every one loaded into an instinctive GPS in her mind. Paper? Radio when she is driving carpool. But she does watch the birds.....and she can tell an entertaining story. But that is the world we now live in. So here's a little cappuccino chocolate dome. Grab a paper, pull up a chair near a window, and breath for a moment before you hurry on. I have the window open, the birds are all a twitter. Maybe...there is a percolator on ebay.....