*WHAT* Is She Drinking??

Those of you who grew up in Charles' and Audrey's household know what Luci is drinking...and you know why it is a family tradition of sorts. The rest of you need to hear the story....

Mom and Dad took us on family trips to Tennessee to visit the cousins. Seven people in one station wagon (five of them kids who could eat you out of house and home) was a guarantee of interesting meals. Usually we were subjected to canned Vienna sausages and Shasta soda pop (warm, of course--there was no room in the wagon for an ice chest). But on this trip, Mom and Dad got giddy and went through a KFC drive-thru and got a bucket of chicken with all the trimmings. We got to the next rest stop and, oh, we were so excited to not be eating Vienna sausages. But Dad forgot the drinks. We didn't even have warm Shasta. So, we passed around the gravy container and sipped.

There were two other things memorable about that rest stop--Mom gagging at the sight of us as we drank gravy, and Charlie in the middle of the creek, patting a boulder and telling us he was on "a nice rock." Let him tell you about that.