I admit once in a while I get a craving and will burn a Java. Way back when, I was a menthol cigarette smoker and the occasional Java seems to fulfill some deep seated primitive need buried in the maze of my subconscious. It also appears to keep me from committing unspeakable atrocities. Or maybe I just haven't gotten caught. Regardless this brings up a very serious question.
Should I let a Java be neighbors with a Sir Winston? What would Mr. Rogers say?
