However, this new position allowed me to travel to the state capitol and participate in the Just Say No Parade through downtown Austin. I got to march side-by-side with the national spokesperson for the Just Say No Campaign (of 11 year-olds), Cherie Johnson. Ohhhh, you guys remember her! She was Punky’s BFF! Anyway, it was totally cooool for both of us, since neither of us had ever met another “cherry” before! Very memorable! For me.
Now, I am not saying this catchy-phrased, yet somewhat unsuccessful-on-the-national-level campaign is to credit, but I never did say “yes,” and to this day, many of my comrades haven’t either. Perhaps the school should have focused a bit more on the third graders…now, that was an at-risk group!
Oh, who am I kiddin’? I had to Google to find some slang…
I’m talking about the REAL DEAL!
For anyone who has lived in or traveled to Italy (and other “foreign” countries, I am sure) you know the medicinal situation is, well, different from what we are used to in America.
Sore Thoat? Spray this Gola Action into your mouth.
Aside from the fact that many Italians I have met, Peppe included, prefer to suffer (albeight NOT in silence) than take something to help, the medicine just doesn’t do much for my ailments.
I was lamenting this fact last week during the American take-over in Badolato. I lightly mentioned (remember, after Sognatice took us up and down and up and down the hills in her village) that I had a headache. Melissa (and once again – I promise to talk more about Rich and Melissa when the time is right) uttered a few magical words…”I have Advil back at the house.”
“Well, it is technically Ibruprofen,” she told me.
“Even better! I’m used to the cheap stuff!”
This bon-bon is candy-coated, and most certainly, lightly cherry-flavored. Yummy!
Sleep, my pretty… Zicam will put you to sleeeeep.
Pink pills! They are so pretty.
And the Chocolate-covered-Cherry of them all…