Morning elixir

I love the way fresh-squeezed blood orange juice floats lightly atop my o.j.

And today it's in one of the glasses from the set my grandfather gave my grandmother in the late 40s... and she hated them. According to my mom, she pitched such a fit as to how ugly the engraved glasses were, that my grandfather swore he'd never give her another gift. And apparently his promise held until the day he died.

I love these heavy-based glasses with his initials etched into them: F.C.G.

Frank Cherry Gorham