I think that I have mentioned before that this years World's Longest Yard Sale was somewhat subdued on Thursday. While still impressive, the crowds were smaller and there were fewer sales. Thursday is the day that I usually take in the Gadsden to Chattanooga leg of the sale. This year I found myself moving along much faster than usual due to the reduced crowds and sales. I was up in Cherokee county and past a county road that had a sign, "community yard sale 2.5 miles -->". Now typically I ignore such signs during the course of the World's Longest Yard Sale since I am a traveler more than a shopper. The people that I call shoppers stop at every sale, look at virtually every item at the sale, then move on to the next. Us travelers ride along until we come to a sale, slow down, size it up and if it looks promising, we stop. Otherwise we move on. Nothing wrong with either strategy, its just a matter of preference. Anyway, a traveler usually does not have the time to go 2.5 miles off down a county road. This year I did have the time so down the road I went. There were several little sales along the road before I got to the community sale. I did not buy anything at the community sale but on the way back, I stopped at each of the little sales. At one, a small coffee cup caught my eye. It was white with a green stripe around the top and a narrower green strip around the middle, it would hold about 4 ounces and had thick sides and a sturdy handle, like the cups you see in resturants. It was marked 25 cents so I decided to buy it. When I took it up to the lady who was running the sale she had me turn it over and looked at the bottom, she said something about Puerto Rico that I did not understand. I gave her a quarter, got back in my truck and drove on. Later on, I looked again at the bottom of the cup. It says Caribe Puerto Rico USA W-4 which means nothing to me. I did not buy the cup because I collect or anything like that. I bought it because I like to drink coffee from small cups.
This particular cup reminds me of a train trip that my grandfather Kelley and I took back in 1962. My uncle was stationed in Chicago and he had invited my grandfather to come up and he would take him to Canada fishing. I was invited as well, probably so my grandfather would not have to make the trip alone. I was about 15 at the time albiet a somewhat immature 15 by todays standards. We boarded the Central of Georgia Seminole in Sylacauga late one afternoon and headed for Chicago. Next morning around breakfast time we were clickity clacking through the corn fields in downstate Illinois. My grandfather and I made our way to the dining car and had a seat. A waiter came by, handed us a check pad like waiters and waitresses take orders on and told us to write down what we wanted. I don't remember what either one of us had except I remember that my grandfather wanted coffee. He could write, but for some reason that I do not now recall, he had me write out his order. On the pad I wrote "cup of coffee" along with whatever else he wanted. When the waiter came back he picked up the pad. He turned to me and said, you can write just the word "coffee", we will bring it to you in a cup and grinned. Sure enough, they brought the coffee in a cup and I am pretty sure that it was a cup very much like my little Caribe cup.
Every few days, I make a full pot of coffee. I hardly ever drink it all. I turn it off before it burns. My father taught me that coffee that has not been left on too long and gotten a burned taste is fine in the afternoon or even the next morning if you microwave it. So I find myself microwaving coffee a lot. I am sure that my little Caribe cup, sturdy as it is, would hold up to a microwave ok, but I am not taking any chances. Some ceramics and the like don't do that well in the microwave. They take up the heat instead of letting their contents warm. I suspect that the life of items like that are shortened considerably by being microwaved. I only have the one little Caribe cup and I don't intend to take any chances with it. For the time being, I will microwave my coffee in a pyrex measuring cup and then pour it into the Caribe cup. Maybe one of these days when I get a backup Caribe cup I will test it in the microwave.
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