The Zenith of Civilization
Skyscrapers, medical advances, Hubble telescope, cellphones, Internet, wash and wear clothing, Hello Kitty merchandise, they all pale before mankind’s greatest triumph, the coffee percolator. The start of my day always begins with coffee, and it’s been instant coffee for as long as I’ve been on the road. Now, encamped in the wilds of Rockford, Illinois, full hookups on the Defiant have at long last afforded me the real thing.
Seems like everyone has their own preferences on how to make good-tasting coffee, but my own taste buds decidedly lean towards a General Electric heirloom handed down through the generations. This thing must be at least fifty years old, and its heating element had to be welded back into place in the nineteen eighties, to keep it going. It nearly gave me an anxiety attack when it blew out, but a sympathetic and capable machine shop foreman where I worked took it apart and fixed it. It came with internal fittings to optimize it for three cups or less, and apart from being coffee-stained, they still work fine. Try to find one just like this in Walmart today.
My Louisiana-based neighbors here in camp, upon hearing that I was relegated to drinking instant coffee, made sympathetic Read more…
















