I knew the melt was on yesterday when I did something I haven't been brave enough to do since December 20: drive to work with a cup of coffee. You wouldn't stop by Starbucks before getting on a bucking bronco, and maneuvering our rutted streets was a real rodeo. I was reminded of this when, during a brief break in the icy weather, I did try transporting a mug -- and wound up with a lap of java.
But finally yesterday, the time seemed right. So I brought out a cup of steaming coffee, stashed it in the cupholder, and it was smooth sailing and sipping all the way down Speer -- until I hit a pothole.
I may give up coffee. -- Patricia Calhoun
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