Okay, so how does this work. Your eight-year-old asks if he can ride his bike down to his friends house. You say, wait, I have to come with you.
I remember walking to the store on Saturday morning, leaving home without so much as a penny in our pocket. Along the way we would find pop bottles, turn them in and get enough for an ice cream.
Anyone remember when Thrifty ice cream was 5 cents a scoop?
“Anyone remember when Thrifty ice cream was 5 cents a scoop?”
No,but I recall when a Hershey Bar was a dime, 7 years old a mile away from my house alone at the Time Saver.
At age 8 I would walk a mile to the Mississippi River with my buddies and explore around ships and barges that Hurricane Betsey wrecked a few years earlier.
‘Anyone remember when Thrifty ice cream was 5 cents a scoop?’
No, but I remember a Scooter Crunch Bar was a a quarter.
“Anyone remember when Thrifty ice cream was 5 cents a scoop?”
Big time. When I was in Jr. High, there was a Thrifty between my house and the school. On the way home I’d get a triple scoop most every day.
Yup. 75 cents would get you five Marvel comic books and a triple scoop ice cream cone.
Now I sound like my dad. God I feel old.
Was it Thrifty that was served on the cone in the shape of a cylinder? The server used a device that he/she stuck into the tub of ice cream and had a squeeze handle that pushed the cylinder plug of ice cream onto the cone?
I remember those cones were 5 cents.
I remember going to the store to pick up smokes for my uncle when I was like 10 or so. Oh,the horror!
I walked to school every day from when I started. We moved when they started bussing—forced integration never was the panacea the leftists promoted. It has ruined schools everywhere.