by Alan Graham
In 1968 I rarely drink coffee but while standing in line (as a new recruit) at Fort Polk, La. you take anything offered to you. A local women’s club was giving all of us haggard, exhausted privates a cup of coffee, that with a little milk & sugar, tasted like some kind of exotic candy. When I told the women this was the best coffee I ever had…she said that’s because it’s Chicory & Coffee from right there in Louisiana.
Chicory & Coffee for Immunity…”