I like coffee. THAT would be a fact. When I found this package of vanilla biscotti on a window sill yesterday, I got to thinking. What does what we drink say about us? Do you prefer the plain old 8 O'Clock or Maxwell House blends, or do you tend to take chances with flavored choices? Do you clean up at work after pouring your chai or java or leave traces behind for others? Dirty cups in the sink with silverware left in a rush? Who are these people? I might track them down. You see, I might just make a pretty good detective. I could solve mysteries. Not big, attention grabbing numbers like murder, but the small important ones, like who's a slob and leaves a dirty sink and who is neat and cleans up. I got to watching "Anatomy of a Murder" last night and just couldn't walk away. Many call it the best courtroom drama ever. Now, I really don't know about that, but I was amazed at Jimmy Stewart's technique of firing questions and not waiting around for answers. Just the fact that the jury heard the questions was enough. Let's see, I might call the cups and silver left behind... The Big Sink or something. I'm going to think about this some more... over another cup of Pumpkin Spice.