He offered me coffee — COFFEE! Can you imagine? And I said “yes,” not knowing what I was in for. It tasted awful but my Dad had mentioned that a “pinch” of salt might make it less bitter, so I used two. Then he added several spoons of sugar and a whole lot of milk. It was getting better but still not enough to be pleasant so I took a couple more swigs and that, as Forrest Gump says, “is all I have to say about that.” No more coffee for me for a few years.