Holy cow! The Freemasons actually showed up here to comment about my comments on the Freemasons! How did they find me so fast? I wonder if the commenter is the William Donohue of Freemasons. If so, I hope they don't sputter so much, because some day Mr. Donohue is going to go the way of Zim.
Did I ever tell you the story of Zim? When I was a little girl growing up here, Zim had the best ice cream shop in town. My father took us there several times a week during the summertime. Fantastic milk shakes! On the way home my dad would toss his empty milk shake cup down the sewer while making a left turn onto 18th Street. That's why we have Global Warming.
But I digress.
Zim shared his parking lot with the OshKoshb'Gosh store. He had two parking spaces marked with giant wooden ice cream cone placards and he guarded the spots jealously. If you parked at his place he would come steaming out of his shop and yell at you. He would come right up to your car window before you could roll it up (all hand crankers back then) and yell, "Where are you going!!??" And you would say, "I'm going to get ice cream." And he would say, "Oh." Then he would steam back into the shop.
I wonder what would have happened if you jumped out of your car and skipped into OshKoshb'Gosh and grabbed some overalls. I imagine Zim would have the police on you.
I should mention at this point that Zim weighed about 300 pounds. As I said, his milk shakes were superb.
One day my mother was downtown there with my aunt and they heard sirens. She said to my aunt, "Ha! I guess Zim had a heart attack screaming at someone in his parking lot!" They both had a good laugh over that. Except that is exactly what was happening.
Zim survived. A year or so later we heard he had had another heart attack. And we all said, "Hope he wasn't out there screaming at someone in his parking lot!"
He was. I hope his tombstone is big wooden ice cream cone that says, "What are you doing here!!?" on it. And I hope he's in heaven, because I'd love one of those shakes again i fI make it there.
Sometimes you just have to enjoy the ice cream and stop worrying about where everyone is parked.