Just that day my parents contacted me and mentioned they wanted bikes. I haven't seen them ride for about 20 years, so I was rather excited by all of this! Now, the one unspoken constant in the Estlund household is the constant flow of coffee, and generally at my folks place that is DD's. As a youngster I used to drink ungodly amounts of the stuff (a gallon a day would be conservative). And while my tastes have developed (more espresso based) and quantity diminished (I limit myself to about 8-12 shots a day), the link is still strong. The orange and pink bubble letters still bring back a flood of visceral memories (ice fishing, cold morning walks, late night runs in HS, my dad's uncanny Dunkin Radar that could track down the tasty brew in any northern state).
Not but a few hours after speaking with my parents my wife shows up with a bag of Dunkin Donuts coffee beans (from Target no less). She saw them on the shelf and they reminded her of my folks.
Dunkin Donuts was founded in 1950 in Quincy, MA (just south of Boston). IF is located in Somerville (just north of Boston), which is the same town my grandparents are from. Hell, if its good enough for them, its good enough for me. Now then, lets see what this does pushed through an espresso machine!
Ya ma! Thinkn' of you!
To continue the semi random chain of incidents, I figured out how to effectively use a tri-scraper to finish fillets. This is based on a suggestion from Ted Wojcik, long time NH frame builder. Thanks Ted!
