[Sentimental guitar throughout] When I was 16, it became a tradition for me to mow my grandparents lawn once a week.
Manana made a picture of her favorite lemonade each time, and we shared it together when I was done.
The first time I cut their grass after she passed in 2013, my grandpa made a pitcher of lemonade for us to share in her memory.
It was the last of her favorite flavor in the house that he was saving for me.
My grandparents had a small farm near Two Harbors, and when I was a kid, I used a site to clear their long driveway.
They would pack sandwiches and sodas for lunch, and it was always a pleasant time.
And I also remember that butterscotch candies, cookies and other sweets were always available.
The Slice, from WDSE WRPT.