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Wednesday, June 09, 2004

  Parogac.
  That's the way that MeMa spelled it. Of course, she went a one room school house some 60 plus years ago, but you'd think that she could spell it better than that. I knew she had it wrong. She was pronouncing it with an R between the last two letters. There's nothing like the internet. After two hours of searching I find this drug she took as a little girl. She says that she can remember when they started restricting the sale of it. The druggists did this completely on their own. They sold the stuff in little bottles and made people sign a log when they bought it. Then they compared notes to see who was hitting various stores in town. (And you thought that Reagan started the drug war.)
  The actual spelling is Paregoric. A camphorated tincture of opium, taken internally for the relief of diarrhea and intestinal pain.
  Wowee! Booze and opium! No wonder why it settled the kids right down.
  I think I've got the right drug, but I'll have to speak to her today to find out, but for now, I'm going back to sleep.
  I woke up dreaming about falling off cliffs. We went to the ocean again today and I looked down a lot of cliffs into it. (I also saw some sea lions.) I think I can go back to sleep. I'll need my rest. We have to drive back to Portland and then we fly out at almost midnight.
  Good night folks.

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