Just Another Message In An Empty Bottle: A Series (Part I)

When I was kid, I used to collect empty bottles with marked deposit value. I treasured these bottles waiting for the weekend pushcart-peddlers parading the streets with their own distinctive yells and sound machines as they magnetize children like me with homemade popsicles, shakes with artificial food colors, cotton candies and buckets of popcorn. I would barter these bottles for any junk food available that were of equivalent value to the bottles I saved. It was always a delightful deal to do trade with these highly industrious merchants.

Life was very simple then.

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