After church today, we had an eating-meeting then a board meeting to discuss business.
One of the beverages they provided was grape soda. I tried a glass. Then another.
You remember grape soda? I haven't drank any in a decade or more, yet I remember it from my youth. Sunshine and red-dirt hills, pine straw and Schwinn bicycles. Roller skates and the thirst that only comes from playing hard... when you could almost feel each individual cell cry out for water.
I'm talking down-home thirsty. Reach into the jug and pull out a grape soda.
Ain't it funny how a taste will trigger memories?