Sometimes I hear an echo
Some years ago I was given an insulated travel coffee cup by a firm with which we did business. It was a lovely cup — tall, slender, stainless-steel inside and out, nice rubber grip on the outside. A short time after I acquired the cup, I had an appointment in a town about 40-minutes away. It was an early morning appointment, the time of day I needed coffee-to-go, so I filled the travel cup and was on my way. After merging onto I-80 and comfortably on my way, I flipped open the lid and took a sip of coffee. Or rather, I tried to take a sip of coffee. I was cruelly reminded that ...