Archive for May, 2015

That Was Then, This Is Now

Screen Shot 2015-05-27 at 6.18.01 PMMy mother tells me that, as a small child, I would look at my parents, older siblings, or guests, as they drank from bottles of Coke, and I’d reach for their bottle. To fulfill my request (or most likely to shut me up) she would take an empty bottle and put water in it. I would then guzzle it with gusto (not realizing it was devoid of color or flavor).

I don’t know exactly when I had my first taste of Coke, because back in those days (early 60’s), concentrated Coca-Cola syrup was sold in pharmacies as a treatment for stomach aches. I remember the big brown bottle well, and I’m sure I faked many a stomach ache to get those ‘two tablespoons of syrup over crushed ice’ that my mother would concoct for me.

I remember distinctly, when I was about 4 years old, getting a toy Coke dispenser as a gift from my grandfather. Even though there wasn’t much concern back then regarding the drinking of soda, my mother would only let me have a glass once in a while, and by ‘a glass’, I mean the miniature Coca-Cola glass that came with the machine.

To this day, Coke is, by a longshot, my favorite drink. Yes, I do drink other colas, but I can tell the difference. In fact, one day my nieces, trying to prove me wrong, filled three cups with cola and asked me to identify which one had real Coke in it. I tasted all three, then pointed to each cup in order and said, “Pepsi – Coke – and a mixture of both!” And I was right!

But I don’t mind variations. I liked C2, didn’t mind ‘New’ Coke, can bear Coke Zero, but won’t touch Diet Coke. What is that stuff?! Tastes nothing like Coke. And the new one, Coke Life, is pretty good. I’d love to try the one they have in South America, with the bottle made of solid ice that they sell on beaches! What an idea. Coke, please bring that to New England beaches…and DisneyLand/World!

When I’m writing one of my scripts or novels, and find myself facing a long writing session (or facing writer’s block), I pour myself a tall glass of Coke, over as much ice as the glass can take, and place it next to my laptop. Like Pavlov’s dogs, the craving starts, but I tell myself I won’t have any until I type a few paragraphs. Works every time!

Now, regarding the photos above. The original one on the left was taken on November 5, 1962. That means I was 1 year and 9 months old. My brother (10 yrs. old) is standing behind my mother. On May 24th, 2015, a niece took the second photo.

So that’s my story (and I’m sticking’ with it!). Please feel free to take the poll below.

What Is Your Favorite Drink, The One You Can't Imagine Living Without?
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