Back in about 1989 I noticed a new business getting ready to open in what we then called The Lakewood Mall. The new business was named Starbucks.
When I was growing up it seemed my parents were chained to their personal coffee pot. It was big, shiny and called a percolator or something like that. They dumped the water in and then filled the MJB coffee up to the line marked on the side of the coffee maker. My parents never ventured too far away from the coffee pot.