Friday, March 22, 2013 at 8:09 AM
By Glen McLean
Unlike now, as a teenager, coffee was not a basic dietary staple in my day to day existence. My earliest recollections of the brown nectar were of my Mom and Dad simply boiling the calcified kettle and adding a funny granulated instant powder to a cup.They would read the newspaper and slowly drink the science experiment they called Nescafe. It was comfort in a cup as my parents raised 3 boys & one girl while dealing with the day to day!
My first experiments with coffee began in the autumn of 1983. I had finished high school that spring and boarded the Voyageur Bus to Kingston Ontario in September to start my undergrad at Queen's University. My student number was 236-8880.
Independence! Freedom! Anonymity! I had it all and was now able to express myself in this new and unexplored environment of higher learning.
I landed at Brockington Hall and moved in with an incredible bunch of friends from across the country: Peter from Ottawa, Len from North Bay, Jenn from Renfrew, Scott from Toronto, Hugh from Rothesay, & free spirited Tony with his incredible yellow Mustang convertible. We all lived on the same residence floor. We all ate together. We all went to Alfie's & the Royal Tap Room as did Sir JohnA. We partied and grew up together during those first few terms.
Coffee became an important part of growing up. The brown bitter sweet swill served by the university cafeteria was an early morning necessity and a late night catalyst at Queen's. Provided we were not going to the pub, we would sit, talk & debate politics, religion and sports over many cups of coffee(x). Needless to say, we solved every World problem. Coffee helped us rationalize and justify our individual positions and passions. At least, it kept us awake. They were interesting times......and yes, some sleepless nights.....all helped along by that wonderful beverage called coffee.
I still remember my student number, 236-8880 after 30 years. More importantly the habit I learned 30 years ago in that cafeteria at Queen's University has served me well. There are still sleepless nights here in Saint John, but I am still passionate and growing. Fortunately I have been helped along the way by that pleasurable cup of hot brown liquid.
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