Black coffee addict, aged 70.
December 1973 moved to Berkeley to go to Cal, turned 21 in January 74.
Several blocks away, there was a coffee shop on a corner and people would line up on the sidewalk to have cups filled or take coffee in paper cup. This was the Peets store on Cedar and Walnut; Peets was still owned and operated by Mr. Peet and there was the Berkeley store and another Peets in Menlo Park.
Got into dark roasts like Moca Java, Major Dickenson's Blend, etc. Bought a gold filter and a French press. Before graduating, had amassed a second identical gold filter and two identical French presses. Also bought two plastic cheesy grocery store Melitta cones that had an outlet that fit into the Stanley thermos I used for work. Was so picky about coffee, one set was my travel set and all needed was way to boil water.
Now nearly 50 years later I use the same two gold filters and French presses. The gold filters are held together by duct tape and crazy glue, only use French press when company and, even then, most often drip into a small crockery pitcher bought in Berkeley in the 1970s rather than use a press. Ninety-five percent of the coffee I drink (2 to 4 cups daily) are gold filter into a white crockery mug. Also have two but maybe 15 years old. One has a shadow of a woman and "Read Like a Dickinson" and the other is Oscar Wilde and would to go look to see the verbiage.
Still buy Peets but at Safeway or Costco. Buy ground as too lazy to grind beans. Sometimes accidently buy beans and need to grind. Ooops.
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