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July 25, 2014
Our parents would often go to cocktail parties during the summer.  They’d pile us all into the car and go to the host’s cottage.  The clink of ice cubes in glasses still reminds me of those long ago summers, as does the tang of lime zest, which was squeezed into the ever-popular gin and tonics in those days.  We amused ourselves while the grown-ups drank and chatted, sometimes dipping into the ocean or a lake if that’s where the party was held.  We’d end up sleeping in the car as our parents drove uneventfully home along the dark country roads.