Share a Coke with me. My dad and I used to. We would fill up the glasses to the brim with crushed ice, so much so that it made your nose cold.
Those shared Cokes were shared moments of father and son bonding time. At home, at Grandma Iva’s, out to dinner, at a gig, on vacation, at a classic car show, working in the garage, fishing, you name it – Coke was king.
Now, every time I see or drink a Coke I see my dad’s smirk and remember when he used to say, “let me take the first sip to make sure it’s not poison.”
Good memories never get old, even if they’re branded.