Sunday, June 26, 2011
My drink of choice growing up was orange, Orange Crush. I bought bottles and bottles of the stuff for a quarter at the Amoco Gas Station, where I picked up my bundle of the Portland Evening Express each afternoon. I got bottles from the cooler at Howards' Variety and sat at the counter drinking them down, many summer mornings before 8 AM. When it came to ice cream on our Saturday night trips to Strafford Farms, it was always a large, orange sherbet cone, please. Where this strange affinity for the flavor orange emanated from I do not know. Now that I think about it, in high school I even had a pair of orange levi's. Different then... different now!