As I learned at college, for some, a drink without alcohol isn’t a “drink.”
I vividly recall final exam prep sessions with a teaching assistant from Kentucky.
He emphasized to us, both at length, and by example, that enjoying a mint julep in May was as essential a part of everyone’s education – including experiential learning – as anything he had ever explained in his classroom.
Similarly, a college classmate from New Orleans was always willing to preach to us about Hurricanes, yet another experiential learning opportunity.
I still even have a vague, vague memory of attending my own education after final exams, at “the tables down at Mory’s” in New Haven, CT.
Its multi-colored cups have taught generations of students not only about who “makes the world go round,” but also about how to celebrate the end of a semester (or how not to...).
In fact, in my very limited experience, most trips to Mory’s ended with the world going around, and around.
Classmates told me the next day that things had not gone well for me after we had returned home one prior evening. In my defense, I was celebrating four consecutive days of intense final exams.
Notwithstanding those now hazy memories of long-ago days, I now recall even better the many iconic local soft drink brands that I have enjoyed over the years (at least before I learned my A1C level).
Many of them have even survived the consolidation of the soda industry.
I also discovered that it wasn’t my Philadelphia accent that caused Midwestern locals to look at me oddly, when I ordered “soda” – until I asked for “pop,” a term no one used in the east where I had grown up and attended college.