Dairy Queen.

When I look back on this summer,

one of my best memories

will be evening runs with Ashley

to get frozen treats.

With no air conditioning in our apartment

and lots of church activities to go to

that we don't always want to attend,

we find lots of reasons to reward ourselves.

Tonight,

the choice was between

McDonalds & Dairy Queen.

At home,

the Dairy Queen never seemed

to have any customers,

and I always felt a little sad

for that empty building.

I'd much rather give Dairy Queen my business

than McDonalds,

I decided.

So we went,

and everything on the menu

looked like it would hit the spot.

We literally let 10 people go in front of us

while we were trying to pick.

I saw a cute father and son,

and it made me think of childhood.

Some evenings were special

for no special reason,

and you got to go to Dairy Queen.

It was there that my dad and I discovered

that I needed glasses.

He asked me if I could read

the billboard across the street.

I couldn't.

The rest is history.

What I'm trying to say is this:

It seems like a real American thing to do

to give Dairy Queen your business.

They deserve it.

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