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Josh, thanks for a beautifully written, insightful article. I'll forever think of maraschinos as "the neon bouys" in Shirley Temples. Who knew these little gems of Americana could capture our lives--childhoods and adulthoods--so well?
My big childhood memory of the maraschino is kind of campy/kind of sinister: My mother would pluck hers from her sundae and ask my brother and me, "Who wants the poison cherry?" Sick little buggers, we both would say "Me!"