It was a homemade frozen lemonade popsicle of sorts. I couldn’t remember if it was really shaped like a little chick, as I often picture, or if that was my imagination. But the frozen lemon treat always remains as a constant memory of California in the 1950s.
Now in the 21st century, Friday nights I reserve for a visit to my parent’s home. We take a ride, maybe run some errands, almost always go to the P&C, have dinner, I do some chores around their pad, and then the fun begins. My father and I watch WCNY’s Ivory Tower Half Hour together at 8 p.m...
