coffee zealots

If you were trying to reach the BSO's Marketing/PR department last Thursday morning and everyone seemed to have stepped away from their desk, it's because we had embarked on a pilgrimage to 7-11. We had to take time to celebrate the festival that is National Coffee Day. While some organizations don't grant their employees the freedom to exercise their faith in roasted beans of the Coffea arabica, the BSO sent out notification to all its employees that the day of celebration was upon us, and those who wished to participate in the joyous occasion could partake of the cup at 7-11, where medium-size cups of fresh-brewed, hot coffee were offered at no charge.  So with this common cause, we set out.

Some chose the hazelnut roast, others Colombian. Brazilian bold. French roast. And one fervent follower even savored the taste of blueberry roast coffee. It was one of those experiences that transcends my ability to describe in mere words.

And we each took up a single-serve liquid creamer, and set them in a heap to serve as a sign. In the future, when our children ask us, "What do these creamers mean? we will tell them that the day was long, but the coffee was hot and it was good. And this is to be a memorial to the people of Baltimore forever.