The old model railroad bug has bitten me very hard. It is all I think about, dream about, and ruminate about in my free time. Old Model Railroader magazines from decades past are pulled out and make a pile around me and my Lazy Boy lounger.
Mom came by this afternoon to see Maggie. In a sack was a 20 oz regular Coca-Cola.
"For me?" I asked.
"Thought you would enjoy a treat," mom replied.
It was one of the best tasting cokes I've had in ages and I savored every drop. I was especially keen on the caffeine jolt as such drugs are all I have left after becoming sober.