MEEKER | Blame it on the first “cuppa joe” I was handed by an old cowboy so many years ago. It was nothing like the kind you are handed these days. No fancy flavorings, no frothy, creamy swirls topping the inky liquid. It was a simple mug of the steaming, black, cowboy coffee I soon craved throughout the day.
I was a tea drinker the year we arrived in the White River Valley.…