By Josslynn Forth

There was nothing better than sweet, iced tea on West Virginia summer days. For as long as I can remember, my Uncle Luke and I would make our daily trips to McDonald’s and get one large, sweet tea on our way to his farm on the right fork side of Cow Creek Road. He is who I must thank for my love of sweet tea. After each swig of sweet tea, we would swallow and say “Ahhh…”. As we drove along in his white Chevy S10, he would put in a cassette tape and play “Cajun Baby” by Hank Williams Jr.