The evening of my grandma’s service my family went to get ice cream at an old diner that holds a special place in all of our hearts from all the fond memories we hold dear from childhood.
My dad was Scout Master when we were kids. Each year they would hold a “Malt Drinking Contest” where the scouts would try to drink the most malts (thick milkshakes) at this diner. In order to win the Malt Cup Bronzed Trophy you had to drink the most malts without throwing up in the restaurants. Grossly enough, many did not make it outside the doors.
Even though there was no malt drinking contest this night, it was still fun trying to eat all the ice cream we were given. I have to admit I barely made a dent in mine.