My Dairy Queen Tastee Brain Freez!
Hello? DQ? 
I could use a fresh infusion of brain cells. Maybe a Brain Cell Blizzard?
I’m sitting there this afternoon watching TV, and I see a promo for one of those “forensic detective” shows. They show the murder victim, a woman wearing a “Dairy Queen” uniform. They show the “Dairy Queen” she used to work for before getting killed. And I think…
“Hey! We used to have a Dairy Queen in Clinton!” That’s my hometown in Iowa. Gail is busy doing something, but I’m watching this and looking at the Dairy Queen logo, and I think, “God, I don’t think I’ve seen that logo since we lived in Clinton!” Then I start thinking about when I was a kid and sometimes my Grandma would walk us down to Main Avenue so we could get a treat at the…
Tastee Freez.
It wasn’t the DQ I hadn’t seen since Clinton. For frick’s sake, they got Dairy Queens EVERYWHERE. What I hadn’t seen since Clinton was a Tastee Freez.
I think it’s time for my nap now…
Parky Bill's Parkinson's Place 
There is Tastee Freeze near our cabin in Virginia, and I call it the Dairy Queen all the time. Your brain, like mine, makes the really important connection. Ice Cream! Or in my case, large vanilla malt…So quit sweating it.
July 24, 2010 at 2:33 pm
All the great flavors in the world and you choose “vanilla” for a malt. Why am I not surprised? From now on when I imagine you, I’ll think “Ned Flanders.” 🙂
July 24, 2010 at 4:33 pm
And I like the Beatles, too…hmmmm.
July 24, 2010 at 7:07 pm
You’ll have to have ’em all pulled out after the Savoy Truffles!
July 24, 2010 at 7:13 pm