Some of the best parts of my childhood were the two or three weeks every summer when I would leave my Florida suburban existence to visit my grandparents in small town Georgia. They lived on a large farm and my grandfather would let me help in his large hardware store downtown. One hot summer day when I was nine years old, my grandfather did something I have always remembered. There was a Coca-Cola machine in the store and he had just handed me a cold bottle. When I asked him whether he was getting one for himself, he said he was not. He told me that he really would like a Coke at that moment, but that he tried to say No to at least one thing a day, and that the Coke was going to be that day’s one thing.
May 1, 2022
May 1, 2022
May 1, 2022
Some of the best parts of my childhood were the two or three weeks every summer when I would leave my Florida suburban existence to visit my grandparents in small town Georgia. They lived on a large farm and my grandfather would let me help in his large hardware store downtown. One hot summer day when I was nine years old, my grandfather did something I have always remembered. There was a Coca-Cola machine in the store and he had just handed me a cold bottle. When I asked him whether he was getting one for himself, he said he was not. He told me that he really would like a Coke at that moment, but that he tried to say No to at least one thing a day, and that the Coke was going to be that day’s one thing.