Promises kept

When we were kids, my sisters and I tried all manner of creative schemes. The most famous of these was our pitch to open a public library in our basement. (Mom put the kabosh on that pretty quickly.) We tried to sell lemonade once, but had no customers. None. What a disappointment. As a result, we vowed then that when we were adults, we would never pass by a lemonade stand without stopping to support those inventive kids.

A few days ago, I was driving in the city and saw three girls holding signs and selling lemonade for a quarter a cup. I turned around, pulled off on the shoulder and rolled down my window. I bought a cup of sweet, tart lemonade with a little nostalgia.
Here's to you, Beth and Deb!

(photo credit: flickr.com)