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.
Googling ice cream in your home town, it strikes me that there are still a bunch of good options there, including Dairy Queen, which was my destination of choice in my hometown. That noted, with maturing tastes, the huge loss in my hometown was an old-style ice cream shop that went under after the owner’s wife died–he basically drank his business away, I believe. To this day, I’m a sucker for vintage ice cream shops.
I guess folks there will have to go back to licking the tailings in Lead Mine Holler.
We used to go to Clancys when I was growing up and Superette. Then again I grew up in a completely different generation than you all. The late 90s were fun. I still was able to do stuff with my friends kids today couldnt get away with at all.
I still was able to do stuff with my friends kids today couldnt get away with at all.
That’s a classic example of cooking a frog slowly.
In the 80’s kids got away with shit 90’s kids could only dream of.
70’s kids ran wild compared to 80’s kids.
60’s kids were too stoned to know what they were getting away with.
50’s kids were satisfied with a smoke and a beer…and they could get one, too.
40’s kids were lucky to make it to the 50’s.
In Haines City, Florida, it was the Freezette. All the cool kids cruised by. It’s been gone for decades.