There is an ulterior motive for this post. No, I have no shame, none whatsoever. Yes I have some self respect. Besides, I really like good coffee.
Look over to the right. I recommend Treppenwitz, a fine blog it is.
One of Trepp's posts was about a neighbor of his, an army officer, who was wounded in the line of duty. I posted a comment that I had treated the officer. Trepp offered me a cup of java. I have yet to imbibe of the glorious black nectar from the hand of a great blogger (and gentleman I might add).
We both work in the same city. So, how about it Trepp? Will we do coffee? Or how about this?: I make you a cup. I have a sparkling new espresso machine (thanks Mom and Dad).
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Mea culpa (or is it cuppa?). ust name the day and I'll make time. It really is inexcusable. :-)
Hey Treppy! Look, a tea party!
Hi Lioness. Yes, regardless of the beverage of choice, 'Sandman' is certainly someone you'd want on your 'A' invitation.
Just to give you the connection... he is the anesthesiologist who worked on my friend and neighbor Elroi when he was brought from the battlefield with what everyone assumed was a fatal head wound. Sandman has earned his cup of coffee a few times over.
Not to take any steam from Trepp's coffee, but if you are ever in New York, I'll treat to a cup.
bernie, I might actually take you up on that someday.
Hi-not sure how else to reach you. Welcome to the blogosphere and thanks for reading.
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