This is a serious ice cream store – a landmark of my youth. They are not daunted by the season; they sell ice cream through the most frigid of months. This shot is from storm footage on CNN.
Somehow when I saw the images in the deep of winter it wasn’t the right time to post it. But now, with July racking up another week of 90+ degree days it seemed right. A welcome dreamy relief of flakes drifting down eatting ice cream. That will be the thought I hold onto for the remainder of these dog days.
I remember many a car trip to the place I ordered a sugar cone or maybe a cup with one scoop of buttered almond and another of coffee ice cream. My dad got me hooked on coffeee ice cream. We would both order it and sit in the car and savor each spoonful as a few other brave souls hoped out of their cars wrapped in scarves and mittens.