Near the end of the season, as I drove up to our home I noticed the word “believe” was askew, dangling as though it was hanging on for dear life. “I guess it has been a tough year to believe,” I quipped. It struck me as a humorous comment until I realized there was a certain degree of truthfulness to the statement . . .
December 14, 2018
In 2011 during a month-long stay in Antigua, Guatemala, I took advantage of an opportunity to attend what my wife teasingly refers to as “coffee college.” It amounted to three sessions with the master roaster at a local coffee plantation just outside of town.

