I do not remember the last time I made myself a rum and coke. I think it might have been sometime in 1982 when I was working the the 3-11 shift on 3 West at St. John's Hospital in Salina Kansas. After work we would all head over so someone's house and make velveeta cheese dip, break open a bag of tortilla chips, shuffle the cards and have us some serious Pitch games. Rum and coke was the drink of choice. No special glass and no slice of lime to garnish. Back then it was all about the cards. And we took it seriously.
I made myself a rum and coke tonight after work. Just because it sounded good. There were no cards involved, but boy did it bring back some good memories. As I sipped, I raised my glass in tribute to all my old co-workers, but especially to Florene Girton who at the age of 65 taught all us young whipper snappers how to start IV's, deal with troublesome physicians, respond to a code-blue, and take care of each other as we made our way through those first tender years as nurses.