The story goes that a goatherd Kaldi, centuries ago, noticed his “irreproachable” goats frolicking about after eating some red berries. He tried themselves, and soon was prancing around himself. He picked some of them and took them to a monk, who disapproved and threw them in the flames. But I’m so glad the odor emanating from the embers was so enticing that they raked the ashes from the fire, ground them up, mixed them with some water, drank it down and said, we need some more of that. Coffee. And so fitting that the first barista was a holy man.