I've never been anywhere near Caversham, so I can remember it fondly. I do remember a certain place in West Central Illinois and odor of Jack Daniels or Jim Beam or...and the sounds of the college "girls and boys" and...never mind. My memories are turning to lechery.

Coffee. Irish coffee in Killarney in the Great Southern, chatting with the President of the Junior Chamber and his wife until all hours.

Long hours on the bridge, hands gripped tightly around a steaming cup of coffee as we watched for U-boats, the icy North Atlantic squall soaking...wait, I was in the Infantry and I wasn't even born until the Battle of the Atlantic was over. How about a wonderfully hot day in the Wisconsin woods, toting a .30 caliber machine gun up a ridge just as the temperature dropped from the 90sF to the 50sF and we were hit with a violent, violent thunderstorm and us with no raingear? The hot coffee and cinnamon rolls that night, combined with a DRY field jacket for shirt, was some of the finest clothing, food and drink I've ever had.