Dave knew, after some 50 years of marriage, that if some kids had a lemonade stand set up on a hot summer day, we had to stop and make a purchase. It was in my genes, and he knew it. You bet he knew it! To see the happy faces as the car slowed, and the windows rolled down, and the kids realized there may be a sale… that made it worth stopping. We usually bought two drinks and told the kids to keep the change.
Back in the 30's, I was that little kid selling Mom’s lemonade — lemons, sugar, water, and ice — real lemonade. My biggest thrill was Chris Oeser, our neighbor (who’s in the book), buying two drinks and slugging them down as fast as he could.
FYI, Dave and I never drank a lemonade we bought from the kids; after a short drive, we poured it out. Never knew where those little hands had been…