In the mid 1970s when my grandpa was still alive we'd go on walks every morning and we'd always end up at a pharmacy where he'd buy me a stick candy (striped like a barber pole). I loved taking the top of the big old heavy jars they were in and handing Mr. Watanabe, the pharmacist a dime. Grandpa, the pharmacy and Mr. Watanabe are long gone now but I'll always have those memories.