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Nothing too dramatic going on here lately ... Just wanted to pass to the coffee drinkers out there in SOC-land that you shouldn't ever pass on a cup of Rwandan coffee. Sipping some now and catching up on a bunch of posts.

The top-five list so far on African coffee:

1. Ethiopian
2. Rwandan
3. Kenyan
4. Ugandan
5. Tanzanian

Apparently, "sun-grown" coffee sold at Starbucks is Ethiopian. The Rwandan Arabica beans are a really, really close second to those.
Mmmm-mmmm-good.
A few years back, I stopped for a regular cup of coffee at Starbucks and the "blend" of the day was extraordinarily good; I asked and was told it was an Ethiopian coffee. Usually use cream and sugar, but I drank it black, and that is the sign of a good cup of coffee.
Prior to that, many years ago, there was a restaurant supply-house coffee (Farmers Bros.) out here in California that had outstanding coffee. Curiously, the water quality matters also; really a "no-brainer" there. How is the water quality where you are? Any special filtration required?
Scott
Scott, we use reverse osmosis and super-chlorination of the pipes here any time there's an addition or deletion to the plumbing. The pipes are always somewhat chlorinated -- it's potable -- but it tastes like you'd imagine.
I use bottled water for the coffee. I agree -- water quality matters a lot to a good cup'o'joe.
"Tams" old website has been building through personal photographic contributions for a number of years. The info on Max Balchowsky (Old Yeller) brings back memories. My neighbor across the street had an old 32 flathead, an early Porsche; was a WWII Navy mechanic in So-Pac., could fix anything; was my mentor. He knew all the street/road racers: Balchowsky, Clint Walker, McQueen. It was always fun to ride out to to Max' shop. Never knew who was gonna be there.
My Dad, now declining at 89, was a member of the Freelance Photographers Assn. (then actually a recognized credential). As a kid of 10-11 I'd actually lug one of his camera bags. I remember the old Pomona road races, hunkered behind hay bales, his cameras clicking and my Dad would yell "run!". Crash/spin-out, exploding hay bales, no friggin' Armcos back then. Talk about some scary fun shit. I wish that old pass was valid and could be grandfathered down to me. Anyway, a total digression, the point being that there's a ton of B+W photos and some color 8mm taken with a Bolex.
All righty then, I think I've just bored the crap out of the entire planet. Back to letting my grandchildren run my ass ragged (in the 100 deg heat of the SG Valley. Out.
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