red white and blue hangover
Sunday the fifth of July..(The beautiful girl chuckles every time I tell this story..makes her giggle.) Its 1969 and my family is on its yearly pilgrimage to the florida keys.We are stopped in one of the nameless gas stations on a-1-a in Dillon South Carolina. I jump outta the back of the camper truck, amazed at the green beauty that is the south. Sweet air ... nothing like south eastern pa in the winter. I survey everything that is a bustling, south carolina truck stop, And then i see it... a sign over the water fountain. colored. What!!!!..., I look around for any other sign that says..;"stop here for the Dillon's amazing colored water"...my 11 year old mind runs rampant with what will happen when I push the foot pedal...the south is so cool... no snow and colored water...this is great!..and as I reach my lips to what is going to be the most awesome water on the planet...before I get one sip of Dillon's fantastic multicolored agua...I hear.."He