I was at Quik Trip today and was getting my usual refreshing beverage from their beverage bar. A little boy next to me – must have been around 8 - was also taking appropriate steps toward quenching his thirst. He called his Mom over and said, “Hey Mom, look what a kid at school showed me. It’s called a suicide. He invented it but he showed it to me”. Suddenly, I was back at the soda fountain in the drugstore at the corner of Fairground and Clay. Mickey’s mother worked there. We didn’t get a discount but we knew Mickey and Mickey’s mother worked there and that was worth something. Our favorite drinks were suicides. It was a combination of Coke, Pepsi, Nehi Orange, Root Beer and something new that had just come out. I think it was called Sprite. They were delicious and always a mystery because how they tasted on any given day depended on who was making the drink and exactly how long they held the cup under each dispenser. It was madness! I came to myself and moved out of the young man’s way. I counted the number of drink dispensers, losing count somewhere around 22. Suicide, eh. These days, it just may very well be.