The Bent Page

Here’s a photo of a fading Coca-Cola sign, this one taken in Aruba.

People ask me why I’m such a big fan of Coca-Cola. Well, it goes back a long way, my whole life actually. You see, my grandfather worked for Coca-Cola Bottling of New York. They owned the local bottling works in the next town over from where I grew up. He drove a delivery truck, hauling various products to stores and restaurants located around the area. The company treated my grandfather very well. When he finally retired they gave him an expensive clock, which I only learned much later was powered by the changes in atmospheric pressure. It’s a long explanation exactly how. Suffice it to say it works with a barometer that acts as a winding device so you don’t have to wind it. For the company to give him such an expensive gift was a remarkable gesture. Sadly, my grandfather died young, as many of his generation did, a victim of cancer. I remember going a few places with him, the local fire house where he liked to meet his friends was one in particular.

But it’s more than just loyalty to my grandfather. I like the taste of the product. Some people may not like it, but Coke is a universal symbol of Americana. I’ve been many places in this world and buying a stranger a Coke is not a bad way to break the ice or start a friendship. It doesn’t have to be complicated. It’s simple. A properly chilled and served Coke goes a long way to refresh and inspire. I can’t pour one without being reminded of my grandfather. Funny how things remind us of people, isn’t it?

As always, ENJOY Coca-Cola, ICE COLD.