coffee

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In Havana, if they send you out to get the coffee for everybody, you bring a glass to the coffee shop and tell them how many shots to put in it.

Don't go early in the morning, however. This shop didn't open till nine.

We note that in this picture, Joe is wearing the shoes he got married in.

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There was free coffee for all at the Fourth of July picnic in Vale, Oregon, in 1941. The people of Vale were mostly newcomers to eastern Oregon, lured there in the 1930s by the Vale-Owhyee irrigation project. Most of the new residents were farm people from the Dust Bowl region, and over the span of just a few years they changed the culture of what had previously been a ranching community.

In 1941 for the first time the Vale Fourth of July festivities did not include a rodeo. Instead, there was a parade, a baseball game, a tug of war, a greased pig race, a motorcycle show, and, of course, fireworks. It was quite a full day of activities, and even the free coffee was not enough to keep everybody awake.

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In the City of Brotherly Whatever, this truck shows up every weekday at 33rd and Arch streets, offering such bean blends as Palooka, Revolver, and Whistle & Cuss.

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Thanksgiving weekend was seasonably cold in Maine, so sipping coffee was among the smarter things to do at the beach.