I know it wasn’t my first glass of lemonade, but it was the first one I remember.
And it was served in a real glass.
When summer’s heat descends upon us, I think about that glass of lemonade.
And I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. It was served in the kitchen of a friend’s home in Forest Home, Ala. That’s such a pleasant name for any community: Forest Home. It’s as if all the little Walt Disne…
