Coke Night - April 20, 2026

My father was Dr. Richard Elston Hunter,

second generation dentist and

five-star general in the fight against sugar.

So it must have been with liberal generosity, or maybe

even greater kid pressure, that he allowed Friday night

to become Coke Night, each of us boys allowed one 6.5 oz

bottle of the dark sweet throat burn, with potato chips, to

nurse through episodes of Star Trek, Bonanza and the Man

from U.N.C.L.E.

One night he brought home two teeth pulled at work and

left them in a bowl of Coca Cola for a week.  Dissolving teeth

sort of ended our Friday night fun from what I remember, and

as the years went by, water became our default beverage.

One victory he could claim, amongst the many others he lost.