Some people say they can't live without coffee, or can't start a day or keep going without coffee.
I survived seven decades without even tasting the popular liquid.
My maternal Gramma Del consumed vast quantities of Java. A relative told me that during the Depression, when money was tight, she drank the liquid so more money would be available to buy food for her daughters and husband.
Neither of those daughters became coffee drinkers.
Coffee was never served in my childhood home except when we had visitors.
My father drank coffee, but never expected to have it at home.
My brother learned to drink it while in college.
I thought it would be fun to lose my "coffee virginity" on my 70th birthday. I contacted Dunkin' Donuts and they—recognizing the publicity potential—agreed to host a birthday party for me on 4/15/2016.
I'd long been a fan of the Dunk chain, but for baked snacks and superb hot chocolate—not for coffee.
Friends and family were there, plus newspeople. The party was on several TV shows, and is on Youtube. I became a local hero. I was even asked for my autograph twice.
My sister has never tasted coffee. My wife tasted it once and did not like it.
For the first few years of our marriage, if we had visitors who wanted to drink coffee, they would have to make it themselves. My wife eventually learned how to make coffee. People say she makes it very well—but we don't really know.
We have a Keurig, and it may be the only one in the world that has never brewed coffee.
Although I liked the free samples provided at my party, I have not become a coffee addict. I still go to Dunk for hot chocolate.