In one of our sheds up back, these old, unearthed bottles sit on a shelf. I like to think I'm a bit adventurous when it comes to my dietary needs. I'll try just about anything once. That's coming from a guy who lives with someone who has eaten a coffee yogurt for lunch for 30 plus years and dines on only slices of cheese when pizzas are a dining option. Now, when it comes to soda, I'm drinking less and less these days. The powers that be continue to tell me that that decision is a good one. Often before 'doing papers', I'd grab a soda from the cooler at Cloutier's American gas station waiting room. It was from the Casco Bottling Company on Bell Street. It opened at the top and after sliding a dime into the slot at the side, you had to work your bottle over to the left and up through the iron grate. There were no Cokes or Pepsis in there. The choices were drinks like vanilla cream, orange, root beer, grape, strawberry and lemon-lime. I liked the strawberry the best. I always had a few dimes set aside in my delivery bag just for this delicious purpose. It gave me the needed energy to do the deed... delivering around 70 Evening Expresses in about an hour. With the help of my bike, I was fast!