I know it wasn’t my first glass of lemonade, but it was the first one I remember. And it was served in a real glass. When summer’s heat descends upon us, I think about that glass of lemonade. And I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. It was served in the kitchen of a friend’s home in Forest Home, Ala. That’s such a pleasant name for any community: Forest Home. It’s as if all the little Walt Disney animals should scamper there to live, in Forest Home. The Halls lived there and killed the little animals for supper. Yes, they were a curious family of fine people about whom a book could be written in three easy sittings. But today I’ll shoot for a few paragraphs about nothing but lemonade.

As I stood in line, outside a bathroom at a restaurant in a nearby coastal town, I was surrounded by the clamor of young girls, accompanied by two mothers. Then a man walked up.

I’ve heard, you should never trust a person who doesn’t like dogs or children. But what about trusting people that dogs or children don’t like? Unfortunately, we often discover who not to trust by trusting them in the first place. It has been said there are only three things who always tell the truth - intoxicated people, children and leggings. So, who can we trust? Where can the truth be found? Thanks to the American media, who you can believe to bring the truth is often known by which newspaper, magazine, radio or TV network is the source. It’s why I seldom, if ever, watch network or cable news. In the 1960’s and 1970’s, CBS news journalist Walter Cronkite was known as “the most trusted man in America.” He was something else too, respected.

Weekly Muddle The bird’s name was Perry Como. He belonged to a little red-headed girl in Central Florida who loved him dearly.