OK, so Jamestown never had a Tastee Freeze.
Even better – we had Polar King! The home of all things cool and delicious on hot, dry, windy summer days…
…provided you were willing to work for it. It was north of the college on the way to the airport – a solid mile and a half from home, up the North Hill, beyond the tracks that were pretty much the northern border of my world until I got a bike, a mile and a half away back when that seemed like a long way.
But once I got that bike? They always had a couple of cute high school girls behind the counter (this back when I was in junior high and high school, just to be abundantly clear), and air conditioning, and free water. Polar King was a 50 cent vanilla reward at the end of a long day of pedaling across the dry, windswept plains, warding off boredom and seeing the world outside the little island that Jamestown, like all small towns on the prairie, was back then.
Jamestown had it. No more.
The only thing permanent is change.
Change sucks the cool out of a beautiful day.