
The broken mug has been my coffee cup since I got it on a road trip to Philadelphia in 2014. We stayed at an AirBnB that had inadequate coffee cups and I had neglected to bring a travel mug. As we continued northward, we saw white bicycles along the side of the highway with signs that said Farm Stand and Art and Pottery. So, we stopped at The Lion Potter near Gettysburg and I found a mug that fit my hand perfectly.
I haven’t looked very hard for a replacement. But, the white mug is my tea cup and it doesn’t feel right holding coffee.
This is not something that can be a given as a surprise gift. It’s kind of like buying shoes. I have to be able to try it on.
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