And then I moved to South Georgia. You've heard enough about my regrets of this decision so I won't bore you with that. But down here, there are quite a few people who haven't even heard of the television show Highlander, or even muttered the word before. They think they know coffee when they get some bag at the grocery store that says "Gourmet" on it. They have no idea.
My parents took a road trip up the East Coast in late 2005 and discovered Intercourse Canning Company in Intercourse, Pennsylvania. Guess what flavored coffee they have!
So every once in awhile my mom orders coffee from there. This morning is the first time in over a year I have smelled that familiar aroma that takes me back in time. I stood at the coffee pot a few minutes ago with my eyes closed, and I could almost see my Literature instructor talking about Othello. I could feel campus around me. I was back to a happy time, long ago.
So to combat this, I'm sitting at my kitchen table in Adel, Georgia, with a cup of Highlander Grog under my nose, waiting for my daughter to wake up. I can enjoy my good memories from time to time, but that never means I have to stop making them.
