Coca-Cola came to town.

Pepsi-Cola shot him down.

Dr Pepper fixed him up.

Now they all drink 7-Up.

—   I remember this childhood rhyme from standing at the bus stop in the early 1980’s.  (I was pretty amused when Mikey Wagner rattled it off one cold morning.)  There are a number of variations to it, including one that is apparently unique to Britain.

I usually avoid soda entirely — my dentist had a couple of things to say about how bad it is for the teeth.  (It’s not the sugar; it’s the drink’s acidic effects on enamel.)  But tonight I indulged in a Dr Pepper anyway.  Hey, it’s my favorite, and Roanoke is the Dr Pepper Capital of the world.

Oh, by the way, I only learned tonight from the article linked above that the beverage is correctly spelled  “Dr Pepper,” with the period left off of the “Dr” part of the name.  Weird world.

Gonna stop by American Eagle Outfitters.

(I really just want to see how they get those damn birds into the outfits.)