We were milk drinkers.
Addendum (6/11/16): Coming from Maplecrest on our bikes, Peg and I saw Steve and Annie walking Kirby (Annie's leash) and Harriet (Steve's) at the park in Sheridan Square. They're such dear animals, perfectly named, and the abused one, used as bait (teeth filed down) for a dog fighting ring, Harriet, was quite affectionate and did not growl once. She even rolled over for Peg as she pet her. So nice to run into the two of them with their canine charges on a beautiful summer evening.
It's those lazy, hot, thirst-inducing days again ... "sumer is a cumin" ... and I drink three glasses of ice tea, which really doesn't quench thirst but entices it, at Peg's from a circular glass pitcher with a curved lip; but the day is hot, the interior of the car baking (need a reflector).
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