For the last week, I have been dealing with a persistent cough/cold that just won’t stop. Up in Rhode Island, I dragged myself into a Walgreen’s and came out with something called Buckley’s Cough Mixture. The pharmacist pulled it off the shelf for me after I mentioned diabetes. She said it has no sugar and no alcohol. So I plunked down my seven bucks and headed back to the hotel.

Buckley’s. I’d heard that name before, but couldn’t put my finger on where or when. Back at the room I shook up the bottle as directed, grabbed a black plastic spoon from over by the coffee maker, poured myself a spoonful, and down the hatch it went.

It was precisely at this moment that I recalled a radio commercial where some guy says, “Buckley’s Cough Mixture. It tastes awful. And it works.”

No false advertising there, I tell ya. This stuff tastes like Ziebart rustproofing cut with a splash of Janitor In A Drum.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Do enough Google searching for cough suppressants and you never know what will turn up. Take a look at this story from Boise. Now that’s what I call a productive cough.