The syndicate

I find it hard to post on new material. It is never a lack of imagination or ingenuity. I try and change up the flavor of my blog. I suppose if I weren't so sick; it may be easier to come up with the material. I've thought about posting on how after howevermany years they still can't make a cough syrup that tastes good. I am by no means a professional "Tussin" drinker but I've had my fair share of the "monkey snot" (my childhood name for cough syrup). I suppose we have it better than my parents' generation. They could get legally intoxicated from a sip off the bottle. But then again my great-granparents generation grew up with tonics and potions that caused Lord-knows-what. But the people who got the worst end of the stick were my Great-Great-Grandparents; they got straight whiskey. Ok, I just read what I wrote. I meant for it to be a short post about the lacking taste of cough syrup; not an essay on my family's history on cough prevention.