Let’s Have Another Cup of Coffee

Let’s Have Another Cup of Coffee

Many years ago, every day after school, I stopped by Mom’s house for a cup of coffee. I looked forward to those times and I think she did too. We’d sit at her kitchen table and talk, not about anything in particular, just this and that. We didn’t solve any of the world’s problems nor did we even try. But I loved those times. They were special.

I enjoy a simple chat over a cup of coffee with a  friend, simply sharing whatever pops into our minds at the moment, enjoying each other’s company with no particular reason for getting together except to drink coffee, talk, and bask in the warmth of friendship.

This morning, as I sit down for a cup of coffee with you, my friends, my thoughts flit from one topic to the next, and I wonder about silly, inconsequential things that don’t make a bit of difference any more; yet, I still wonder. For example, why do manufacturers desert those commercials that were cute and memorable and probably sold a lot of their products? Do you remember the Nescafe jingle, “Let’s have another cup of coffee; yes, let’s have a cup of Nescafe”? And, of course, the perking coffee pot for Maxwell House and then, “Maxwell House coffee, good to the last drop.” Sometimes, there’d be an added line: “And that drop’s good too.”  And, “The best part of wakin’ up is Folgers in your cup.”  Taster’s Choice had a unique commercial at one time, sort of like a soap opera, where a man and woman meet, fall in love, all over a cup of Taster’s Choice. As I sit here, sipping coffee with you, I wonder why the powers that be abandoned these catchy and memorable ads.

Wouldn’t it be neat if more people would get together, maybe one on one, to share a cup of good, hot coffee and just talk?  To my way of thinking, the world would be a better place and perhaps friendship, not enmity, would be the order of the day. Let’s have another cup of coffee and consider the possibilities.

 

 

 

Comments

  1. Susan McDonald says

    I also remember the 2 soaps referred to in my mother’s 1918 year book:
    “May I hold your PALM my love? Not on your LIFEBOUY”!

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