Juicy Fruit Gum

Today I was at the check out counter and glanced up and saw something that took me back to my child hood with Dad. It was the Yellow pack of Juicy Fruit gum.

Sometimes in the car as we drove along or at the New Holland Fair in the cool autumn, or out on a Duck hunt Dad would say. "You want some Gum?" I would always  say "Yeah", and out from his pocket would come along with a folded up paper towel a pack of Juicy Fruit gum with one or two sticks left in the pack. Dad would always take one stick of  gum and tear it in half, so I would have a half a stick of gum and Dad would have a half a stick of gum.

I am not sure why these memories stick in my head, but I am glad they do, as many of my memories of my Daddy seem to be less than what they once where.