Childhood reflections with a touch of grace: The thirst trap

Mickey Starling Columnist In my youth, a hot summer day would bring out a craving for a Fanta grape soda. Nothing quenched my thirst and sugar craving quite like that soft drink, though a cherry coke icee came in a close second. If I was desperate or near death, I would submit to a cool stream of water from the nearest water hose, which was the closest thing we had to bottled water. I hate that my father missed out on the bottled-water craze. It would have damaged his favorite argument when