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| I Remember... fagan 1995 |
I rememeber Snow Cones. Do you know what a snow cone is?
It's Chicago 1958...it's summer. Hot sunny summer days, and
hot humid summer nights. Neighborhood children playing
tag... hide and go seek at twillight.
Snow cones was a man, a middle-aged, wonderful, magical
man with strong fore-arms and a fantastic pushcart of ice and
colorful bottles of sweet syrup flavoring.
Not a Jew, or a Wop, or a Mick, or an ethnic man at all....
A magical man that turned 101lbs of block ice into slushy, cooling
frozen delights for children. The bottles of flavor could talk...
the syrup was bright and the flavor seemed to scream its taste
right into your mouth. Lemon, Cherry, Berry and Grape,
while the vendor scrapped the block of ice into paper cups.
I can see those bottles right now. I can see the corner we used
to wait for him each evening. Summer nights, hot, muggy, restless
nights, in a city seething with the growing pains of post Korean War.
Snow cones.........
I remember.
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