We didn't have any of that fancy-shmancy stuff in West Central Illinois, on the banks of the Father of Waters! We ate ice cream, sometimes home-made, but some of those artsy types who drank tea with their pinkies in the air might serve some sherbet -- generally rsspberry or lemon -- at their tea parties.

Now, there were snow cones -- finely shaved ice with fruit syrups squirted on them. But none of those "Eyetalian Ice" things for us! Nossir!