Sunday, August 22, 2010
Lots going on here: Moody Blues, St. Christopher, iPhone, or a summer drink? Where do I go? On warm summer afternoons on Stevens Avenue, I often found Mom in her favorite reading chair in the den with a ice-beaded glass of her favorite summer beverage: iced coffee. Many times, I do recall, she asked if I wanted a sip. It always looked so icy and refreshing. I never turned down the opportunity, but my facial reaction(some sort of visual contortion) and the comment, "ewwww" was always the same. "Mom, how can you drink that crap?" I'd say. My!!! How things have changed!