Drinking Faygo is like climbing aboard a time machine, (at least for me it is, may not be the same for you.) It transports me back to my grandparents condo, to when I was a little girl. They always had Faygo on hand and ready in their pantry, those wonderful glass bottles were actually delivered to their house weekly! My favorite was the ruby-red colored Rock-n-Rye, just watch out for the matching mustache! At this point in my life there was nothing better than going to grandma and grandpa Sugarmans'. I would raid the gum drawer, go swimming in their pool, and their was also the amazing drug company gadgets from my grandpa "the doctor." That wasn't all, there was the piano that I would pretend to play, barbies from the 70s, and lots of dress-up clothes. I remember that their house always had a certain smell to it, I'm not sure exactly what it was. I catch that same smell here and there sometimes and I almost want to say that it smelled like brisket and the warmth of the people who once lived there. I'm sure that you can only imagine what that smells like. But to me it is part of the puzzle that is being pieced together as I grow older, and I hope not to lose these pieces as time moves on.