Still being a proud South Carolinian, I never thought that the day would come when I would embrace Dunkin Donuts as a mirage in the desert. But indeed Dunkin has won me over, with its coffee.

Driving back from a day of snowboarding at Attitash, going down down a lonely road with its two-way traffic, fighting my eye lids, willing them to stay open, all I could think about was how I so very badly wanted a cup of coffee, and how happy I would be should I see a Dunkin Donuts.

All of a sudden, away in the distance, I spotted a rectangular lighted sign on the left side of the road, and it looked like it just might be what I had wished for. My passenger asked how I was feeling about the drive, and I said that I wanted a cup of coffee, but wait, wait, because i think I see something, but I don’t want to get my hopes up high … and lo and behold, there it was, the best Dunkin Donuts sign I have ever seen.

I have never been so happy to see the familiar white sign with red words (or is it orange?). A large styrofoam cup of coffee and a couple of U-turns to get back on the road later, I was as happy as I could be. Krispy Kreme just became a thing of the past, and I’m turning Bostonian.